Posts Tagged ‘direct action’

Our job is to send them to hell

Wednesday, September 27th, 2017

edythe london

camille marino
september 27, 2017

Aside from saving animals, collectively and individually, we have one job – to send those who profit from animal abuse to a hell of their own, something akin to the hell in which they’ve entombed animals on earth.

The holocaust is so omnipresent and pervasive, that it’s easy to be overwhelmed. Especially if we are isolated by location or ideology, don’t have a group with which to work or a support system, what can one person really do? Whenever a problem is too big, the only way in which to tackle it is to break it down into smaller, manageable parts that will incrementally bring us closer to our ultimate goal. The simple fact is that if every “one person” throws their hands in the air and embraces impotence, the answer is that we will accomplish nothing. However, if every “one person” commits to doing something every single day, then, cumulatively, all of those individuals will change the world. Together, we can stop abusers. If we stop abusers, then we have liberated untold numbers of their nonhuman victims.

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A blueprint for effective activism and winning

Sunday, September 24th, 2017

Anonymous

There are two big issues that are preventing us, animal liberation activists, from being as effective as we can be right now.

First, we lack coordination, especially here in the United States. We go and protest a restaurant once and never go back. We go and leaflet outside a target and never go back. We smash windows at a fur store and never return. We take down a hunting tower but do nothing when it is rebuilt. This accomplishes very little. It costs the target a few hundred dollars. That is nothing to them. They (or their insurance company) pay for the repairs and continue on killing as if nothing happened. It makes people who see the protest consider what we are protesting for a minute then move on with their lives and forget about it when they never see us again.

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My First Time (with a brick and a handbill)

Sunday, August 27th, 2017


by Walter Edmond Bond (37096013)

I remember the first time I was ever in a riot. It was Martin Luther King Day in Denver, Colorado and the ku klux klan and assorted nazi, fascists and skinhead scum had turned out to spew their invective racist garbage from the steps of the capital. Our mayor was mayor Wellington Webb. He was incredibly distraught with the fact that the kkk had come to town and obtained legal permit to gather and rally on the capital. So he organized a counter march and demonstration of which I took part.

Tens of thousands of people marched in protest. the march started in Aurora on Colfax Avenue and ended in Denver proper right in the center of downtown and in front of the racist scum. the klan and assorted wing nuts were heavily protected by police and riot squad. as a sea of people gathered the kkk began screaming racial epithets and slurs and laughing at the protesters. And that’s when…………..

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