Camille A. Marino
November 28, 2018
Last night I dreamed that they had a horse on a lab table and they took his limbs from him; sawed off his legs. I felt his terror and pain. Just now, I saw a commercial for a prosthetic arm that’s controlled by thought; a warm, fuzzy commercial with a young girl who’s been given new possibilities. Then my mind snaps back to a 60 Minutes episode I saw a few years ago where they were demonstrating this technology with a primate. No one said “YOU FUCKING CUT THE MONKEY’S ARM OFF???” although the words are still screaming in my head. No, the commentary went something like “technology is amazing.” And sometimes I think I’m going to explode.
I don’t need to ask anyone’s permission to stop evil. I don’t need to sign petitions, or share vegan recipes on Facebook, or change laws, or do any of the other things that we all do to waste our time. Excluding the rescue community that lives in the trenches, every single one of us allows the real-life horror show to continue. It needs to be interrupted. It needs to be cancelled. The sadistic actors need to be stopped, annihilated, not given more tax dollars and deeds to blood-money mansions. We need to smash restraints, burn the buildings, steal the victims… stop the terrorists in their tracks!
I’ve never been one to encourage anyone to do anything that I wouldn’t do myself. But I’m so sick of being out there alone. Doing what I can – which is nowhere close to what is necessary – while others run for cover. It’s so easy to post pictures on Facebook, to commiserate about how cruel the world can be, to eat our vegan food and pat ourselves on the back for not being part of the problem, to enjoy our communities and protests and social functions without ever lifting a single finger to stop it. We’re only here because they’re suffering. I can’t enjoy socializing knowing that.
I’m complicit. We’re all complicit. I don’t even want to hear “we all do what we can.” No, we don’t. We do what’s convenient. We do what’s comfortable. We do what’s socially-acceptable. We’re all too comfortable to do what really needs to be done.
And that’s the truth. I can’t stand it when I see the same incessant bitching day after day after day, and the same applauding and cheering for words, and words, and more words. Attacking carnists because vegans are so superior — deriding, insulting and threatening them as if that’s going to change a single person’s mind or save a single animal. But it earns a lot of praise and makes a whole bunch of vegans feel better about themselves for taking a stand. The sanctimony is only exceeded by the cowardice; it’s a lot easier to unleash anger on them than actually assuming any personal responsibility to take action. It’s solely a feel-good exercise that garners validation. But every action is more about us than the animals. When we’re locked behind bars with a tank-sized carnist street thug, I wonder how many would be taking that stand. No likes, no applause, only the dictates of our conscience and a probable beat down. And even then, our words aren’t worth the breath it takes to form them. Imagine if we all took one single day a month to act — to really make a statement where abusers lay their heads at night — instead of talking about it. Imagine if they really felt the fear of god.
We all know that the greatest bonus of being vegan is to our health. The same holds true for effective action. I never felt better than when vivisectors were running scared, hiring security details, installing alarms in their homes and labs, student vivisectors choosing safer career paths, the sadists never knowing if one of us was locked in the labs with them. I’ve heard reports from people that they didn’t even trust each other in the labs. And I slept like a baby — at home and in jail. But everything I did was largely criticized.
We don’t need anyone’s permission to do what needs to be done. Each of us knows deep within ourselves. And we shouldn’t expect anything but ridicule and condemnation from the status-quo mainstream movement that exploits the victims as much as the industrial animal abusers; it only encourages and demands impotence, negotiating with evil. We should only expect the peace of knowing we’ve followed our conscience and maybe saved the victims who weren’t invited to the social media party.
By the way, have you written one of our political prisoners lately? They’re not at the social media party either. Without the actions of our revolutionaries, all we’re left with is an embarrassing tea party.