When a movement is hijacked: on 269 and ruining lives.

I posted awhile ago about my pride in participating in the 269 action. Now my pride has been destroyed as good actions by so many have been hijacked and corrupted to serve a sickening agenda.

Of late there has been a growing push from within the movement to work with all comers, be they racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, or any other brand of bigot. This is a completely twisted course to take. Animal rights is only effective so long as people respect us, these actions do nothing but discredit us.

While inequality exists for ANY inequality will remain for all, the only way a movement ofr the scope and sheer size of animal rights can be effective is through intersectional activism. Nobody should be forced to sell out one belief to support another. If you want to be racist all you will do is brand a good movement as racist. If you are sexist your actions will taint the entire movement. That stain will never wash away.Of late many of 269’s actions are to my eyes as a feminist sickening, misogynistic, and add to rape culture. This is unacceptable. From bigotry springs speciesism, as long as a human being can say they’re only, be it they’re only a nationality, a sex, a sexuality, a gender, or a species the slaughterhouses will continue to thrive. After all, if we can say of our fellow humans they’re only then it reinforces the “they’re only animals” paradigm that we fight to overcome. 269 You have lost your way, please as a movement reconsider your actions, look to the consequences and change before we fail everything we fought for.

Why I participated in 269, on marked flesh and no regrets.

I am belatedly posting this piece as at the time of the event police and CID threats made my speech a liability, that hasn’t changed, the only thing that is any different to ¬†previously is now I’m past caring for threats or promises.

Recently I was branded in the uk in solidarity with animals placed in the horrendous industry of slaughter for human consumption. I do not regret my decision, and even if this mark does not fade for the rest of my life I never will. There are many reasons I felt compelled to participate in this action some obvious, some not so much, but my primary reason is straightforward.

In the dairy industry cows are raised to be constantly in a state of pregnancy, when they are not pregnant they have just given birth. At that point the mother is given one single day with their child, one single day before their young are taken away from them. This is horrific, an experience no child  or mother regardless of species should ever have to endure, let alone constantly throughout their entire lives. The situations for the calves are equally bad, if they are male they will be exported overseas to be turned into veal. If you are unaware what that entails please look into it, every drop of milk sold in the UK contributes to this process. Female calves are destined to endure the same process as their mother until they eventually drop, they are then simply discarded.

To raise awareness of this the 269 event was started, in over 40 cities around the world activists volunteered to either be branded with a hot iron, or marked with a tattoo, the number of a single calf, marked for death before they were even born, with no escape from their horrendous fate. I myself was marked with a hot iron, and was later arrested, several others have recieved threats, and do you know what? I’m not ashamed, in fact I’ve never been prouder to bear this mark. A living testament to horrors that one day our species will look back on and say never again.