I’ve spent some time learning how to cook in the recent past and I can make some really nice dishes. A friend from Israel showed me how to make homemade hummus and authentic Middle Eastern “vegetable balls.” I can make pizza or pumpkin pie. Sometimes I like my version of Macho Nachos with guacamole, salsa, crumbles, melted cheeze and chips. Of course there’s always fresh fruit and veggies in the house. And I kind of take pride in making very colorful salads, sometimes with chick*n strips. Doesn’t matter what I’m in the mood for. I know how to make a cruelty-free satisfying version. I am vegan. And proud of it. But that doesn’t mean I’m doing anything to help the animals…
Eating is not activism.
When I turn my focus toward freeing a given animal or identifying an abuser, I am obsessive in my determination to see my project through to completion. That is not what I’m doing at this point in time. I finally came to terms this morning with the fact that I am not an activist. An activist rescues and liberates animals, shuts down and sabotages abusers. Period. Everything in between is noise.
I’m only focused on building my network, reaching out through my blog, re-establishing myself on social media, getting ready to promote my soon-to-be published book. I want to ultimately be able to reach out from wherever I am and ensnare abusers. I’ve developed a lot of tools and strategies over the last decade that will allow me to do exactly that. But, first things first, get my own house in order, then post the address of theirs! 🙂 And I’m going to try my best to reach out to other vegans who really want to build a base of advocacy with me. Let’s go forward together strong, deliberate, and intelligently.
We all spend a lot of time online. And we all have to accept that, unless we’re using the Internet as a tool, we’re not helping the animals in this forum. My message for Animal Liberation is the same whether I’m on Facebook, in court, or in jail. I nearly got my ass kicked on several occasions behind bars for refusing to back down to meat-eating psychopaths. Two weeks before I was released last time, I was moved to segregation, Lt. Allatorre telling me that “the inmates are uncomfortable eating meat in front of you.” While I remain proud of myself, I did nothing to help the animals – not arguing with meat-eaters in jail, and certainly not doing it online from my sofa.
I am not an activist today. Let’s call it a hiatus. But if you’re vegan like me and you know you should be doing more, then we need to talk.