**Warning, this episode is both very gross and very sad**


Take us back to the good old days when the air was clean, the grass was green and the milk was pure and unadulterated. Straight from the cow, gallons of creamy goodness for all to drink. But while Granny’s farm may have been fine, milk wasn’t always some magical pure product.  


In fact, there was a time when milk was goddamn disgusting. 


Let’s go back to the 1800s when there were hundreds of whiskey distilleries in New York State. Some lunatic had the great idea to feed the leftover rank grain goop to the cows. Weirdly, they noticed that this increased their milk production. Thus began the distillery dairies. 


All across America and Europe, dairies joined forces with distilleries, serving the boiling slurry, or swill, which was said to be acidic enough to corrode iron, to their cows. Day in, day out, with no water or grass to graze on, the poor cows were chained up in a windowless metal shed right next to the distilleries without as much as a nip of whisky to drown their bovine sorrows.


Needless to say, the heifers got bloody sick. With ulcerated sores all over their body, including on their udders, many cows' teeth went rotten and fell out from the hot acidic food. Most lost their tails, some their hooves and an unlucky few, their legs! But every day the distillery milkers would come, no matter the condition of the cow, to extract their milk.


Milk is a generous term here. The resulting liquid was described by Robert Hartley, a man who wrote a book to expose the horrors of these distillery dairies, as having an unnatural, bluish tint or riddled with reddish brown pus. 


But surely people wouldn’t drink it if it looked so bad. Well, that’s where the dairymen got clever. Not only did they add a bit of river water to make the milk go further, but they also discovered you could fix the colour by adding flour, plaster of Paris, and chalk! 


Now, to get that lovely yellowish creamy layer on top that people crave, just a dash of pureed calf brains. Apparently, it really did look like cream but it coagulated when poured into hot coffee. (We just threw up in our mouths). And to preserve the milk, dairymen added formaldehyde to stop the decomposition. Yep. Formaldehyde.


You can just imagine the health department inquiries. One investigation discovered insect larvae in the milk (likely from the river water). Others found milk containing sticks, hair, blood, pus and manure. In fact, one estimate said that people consumed more than 2,000 pounds of manure in a given year.


As you can guess, many people got sick and died. So why were people still drinking the damn stuff? And why wasn’t anything being done about these horrific distillery dairies? 


No one listened to Robert Hartley or took notice of his book. So it was up to Frank Leslie. Frank found a particularly pus riven bottle of milk on his doorstep one morning that was udderly disgusting so he decided it was time for a shakedown. See, Frank was a newspaper guy and after analysing the specimen, he dispatched his corps of reporters and artists to the headquarters of the poison. He wanted everyone to know the truth about what was happening in those disgusting metal sheds. 


Families started turning the milkmen away. Angry mobs began to form outside distillery dairies and milk carts. Unfortunately, the distilleries were a powerful lobby group and successfully blocked any serious inquiry into the dairies and stymied calls for reform. Sound familiar?


But by 1862, thanks to Frank Leslie’s work, regulations finally came in banning the swill milk trade. 50 years and a slaughterhouse scandal later, the Pure Food Act was signed and later on in the 1930s, pasteurization became a standard procedure. Milk was pure again but sadly, the animal cruelty necessary to produce it remains to this day.


So, anyone thirsty?

 
 
 
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