I felt inclined to write this blog, if only to air out my intense frustration and upset at the world I am faced with.
Over the last year I have been writing freelance in order to express myself creatively and also have the ability to work from anywhere in the world. Within the next few weeks that plan will come into action as I have given up my house and job and will start my adventures in Cornwall in a campervan writing from my tiny netbook.
One of the reasons I am working this way is so that I can have creative expression but also free up time to make a difference within the animal rights world. I struggle to see cruelty face on but hiding from it won’t make any difference and I know deep within my heart that I want to make a bigger difference than I am now.
I hope to spend as much time as possible volunteering my services wherever I can, making some sort of a difference to animals and people alike wherever I am. It isn’t a choice for me as much as it is a necessity, I know deep within my heart than I need to take action and use my passion for change in the animal rights world.
My activism history is pretty mild with the best activity I took part in being a tiny protest outside my local KFC. I handed out PETA leaflets and got laughed at, a lot. The police also told my friend (who was dressed as a bloodied colonel sanders) to move on as he was scaring kids. Alas I was still proud of making the stand and I would do it again in a heartbeat if only to change the mind of one person.
There are two main occurrences that have altered my vegan development over recent years and they are; being on a bus to work and seeing a baby bird in the grass near a pavement, I assumed someone would help it and so did not get off the bus, on my way home I looked and saw it had frozen to death. This taught me to never assume that anyone else will have compassion. I find often people are too embarrassed to do anything as people seem to find it amusing and ‘silly’ when people reach out to an animal in need. Guffawing at silly people wasting their precious time over a lesser species…
I also read BEG by Rory Freedman and basically learnt that I need to embrace my veganism and stop feeling ashamed of my morals. She pretty much turned my life around with that book and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a kick up the arse with their veganism.
Having shown my support (as much as I was able) to the PETA over the years by retweeting their message and forwarding emails, I felt inclined to get a tattoo to remind me of my passion. I am not saying I need anything to remind me I am vegan, but I wanted a symbol that reminded me to always put my best vegan foot forward. So I decided on the PETA jumping bunny, but in rainbow colours from their equality for all support earlier this year.
I went into the tattoo studio and had the tattoo done, loved it instantly and felt empowered. The PETA inspire me every single day to fight for animal rights rather than sit back and complain about the state of the world. I love their intelligent, well thought out, straight forward campaigns and I will forever support the way they work.
The occurrence that inspired my post was the incident that occurred after I left the tattoo studio. I stood on the pavement waiting for my partner to collect me and discussed how gorgeous and curious a little black crow was that stood near us watching. My Mum said she would love a tattoo of the creature as she thinks they are stunning in their own right and loves the idea of an alternative bird tattoo to the traditional doves or eagles. We crossed the road to meet my partner and glanced at the road to see the crow had walked onto the road, a car stopped and papped at it three times with a crowd of idiots laughing at the bus stop at the situation. Without a thought the driver then proceeded to run the crow over. I screamed because I had no chance to go and intervene, it was one of those moments that moves in slow motion.
I ran through the traffic and approached the crow, it became apparent immediately that the crow had a pretty bad eye infection in both eyes which is why it had walked into the road. I threw my hoodie over it quickly, picked it up and got in my partners car. We then put him in a box with a heat pad to keep him calm and warm as he went into shock.
I then proceeded to call a friend (the only one I know with relations to a rescue centre) who pretty much told me there was nothing anyone could do, I said thanks and left the call. I then located a rescue centre that had an emergency line and called it, the lady on the phone asked us to travel 30 minutes to her and said they would take it in. We took (then named Colin) to the address given and the lady inspected him and said we had come to the right place as they had lots of crows and rooks and would begin treatment immediately. She also said they had a no kill policy so Colin would not suffer the same fate as many animals simply taken into vets after incidents like this.
I gave her a donation and said thank you for taking him in.
What made me angry?
The people at the bus stop; It makes me so angry that the people at the bus stop would simply laugh at the situation rather than act, disgusts me in fact.
The guy who ran the crow over; I have seen accidents before but never intentional cruelty, I am still having flashbacks of the incident now. Should his car have stopped at the lights after it happened I can’t say I wouldn’t have done something to the guy that would get me in a lot of trouble.
My friend; As ‘real’ as she was trying to be, why don’t people fight a bit more like they would for people? If that was a person there would be people fighting for that person to get treatment, but because it is a ‘lowly’ animal nobody gives a toss. Despite the fact that it was a person who caused that damage to it. If I hadn’t of picked it up, it would have more than likely gotten ran over by someone else or died in the gutter and if I had of taken her advice, I would have just let it go, to die.
With the fact I got my animal rights tattoo and then got immediately called into action, I feel like it was my calling. I like to believe it was a twist of fate showing me that it pays off to always give a shit.
I will never EVER understand deliberate cruelty and I will always do my best to help wherever I can should an animal be in need whether that be a worm drying up on the pavement, a snail on a footpath or a crow on a road.
If everyone made the same amount of effort to help people or animals, we would all be better off.