I guess I'm saying that the movement I joined in 1979, after a false start in 1977, is becoming utterly unrecognisable to me.
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An absolutely classic line here from The Crank (Jake Conroy, the Cranky Vegan): "invest in a couple of t-shirts!"
For me, and for those who don't know me, I went vegan in 1979, active
first in the Hunt Saboteurs Association and in a number of grassroots
"action groups" (Edelson Action Group, Hazleton Action Group, Fur Action
Group); I became the volunteer spokesperson for the Merseyside Animal Rights
Committee, Merseyside Hunt Sabs (during their Waterloo Cup [hare coursing]
campaigns), and then the Animal Liberation Front Supporters Group.
By the mid-1980s, having joined the attempt to boot "the royals" out of the
RSPCA, and been an executive committee member of the British Union for the
Abolition of Vivisection (now Cruelty-Free International) in 1982, I had
seen enough to detect a rather bad smell in the animal movement: careerism.
But, boy, how naive was I?
Back in the 1980s and 1990s, I would never have predicted the toxic
careerism of the 21st century. The Trump Veganism, the Playboy Veganism, the
veganism-is-a-diet veganism - nope, never saw all that coming.
More fool me, I guess. But then, back in the day, sure there were
people wanting to make a paid career out of some form or other of animal
advocacy, but I knew no-one who thought that the animal movement was a means
to get rich and/or famous, and no-one who understood the power of branding
oneself or one's group for those ends. I knew numerous people who would -
and did, sometimes repeatedly - put their liberty on the line for the animal
cause; but no-one who conceived of "activism" as flexing male muscles,
getting tattooed left, right, and centre, and travelling the world as a paid
vegan "celebrity." I'm sure that the historians of our movement will see the
"Yourofsky turn" in the animal movement as a huge disaster.
Social media has certainly changed the world, and maybe it is down to boring
old farts like myself to simply accept the truth of the situation.
I'm an has-been, I get that. However, for a generation who saw activism as
smashing into laboratories and raiding farms, coming out with beagles, or
boxes of rats, or a stolen animal companion; coming out with boxes of
chickens, rabbits, or even quails, the idea that "militant animal activism"
now amounts to standing in the street holding a laptop for a few hours, or
"witnessing" other animals being driven into houses of slaughter does tend
to bring a smile to the face. Ah, bless!
I guess I'm saying that the movement I joined in 1979, after a false
start in 1977, is becoming utterly unrecognisable to me.
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