March to Close All Slaughterhouses
This showed up on my Facebook feed today. On this day in 2014 I wrote:
“All animal abuse is abhorrent, but for some reason the suffering of farmed pigs and dairy cows and their babies bothers me the most. Maybe because I see myself in them. Maybe because the cruelty is so extreme that it consumes my life. Day and night, it is never far from my thoughts and my heart. How can humans be so blind, so cruel, so selfish to treat such beautiful, loving, intelligent animals like this? To reduce them to nothing. To care so little about their pain and their suffering that they can blindly consume their flesh, without even pausing to consider that this was a life, a being that deserved to live and love. We reduce them to mere commodities and enslave, rape, abuse and horrendously murder them. Why? Because we like the taste of their flesh and the products of their bodies. Some days the horror just swallows me up and it is an uphill battle to resurface.”
Two years later, I still feel the same. Yet I ask myself “How do we even decide which atrocities we commit are the worst when they are all so horrendous?”
I just feel like shaking people and telling them to wake the fuck up!
I do not have time for niceties. The animals do not have the time. Seventy billion land animals tortured and killed every single year. Eight million every single hour. The numbers are staggering and mind-boggling at the same time. How can one even grasp the scope of their suffering? Even thinking about the terror they must feel as they approach the kill floor, fills me with horror. They smell the blood and fear of their brothers and sisters, and know that evil awaits them, yet there is no escape. No hope. Just a black hole of pure evil ready to tear them apart, limb by limb.
I have come to understand that being vegan is NOT enough. It is the first step, but only the first step. We need to be activists. To stand up for the animals. To be their voice. To march, be vocal and be visible. To disrupt the socially accepted norms and force the masses to confront that which is hidden from their view and their consciousness.
Social change does not happen by being polite. It never has and it never will.
It is time to take a stand. To be the change you want to see in the world. To march on the right side of history.
On June 11th, in Toronto, we will march for them. Will you join us?