A few years ago, Underground Badger Syndicate was born as an anti-hunting direct action splinter from Unoffensive Animal. By now, the group is a fully fledged independent team of very committed activists that look for traps wherever they are and destroy the tools that murder wildlife.
We spent some time with them during the last badger cull and it was amazing to see the strategy and work of folks who might not see each other in months but still knows how to work together and be very disruptive to the hunters. We would love to share with you one of our favourite pieces of media they published during the last season; the release of a badger from a trap in the middle of the night. We will paste the words that accompanied that video, but before we do we would really like to ask folks to donate to them if you are able to; they are a non-affiliated direct action group which means no bigger charities or organisations are funding them, and they are constantly in need of support.
https://donorbox.org/help-underground-badger-syndicate-fuel-up
Https://paypal.me/fuckthecull1
Find UBS:
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Instagram: @undergroundbadgersyndicate
“WELL, I HOPE THAT SOMEWHERE SOMEONE BREAKS FREE TONIGHT.
You just went for a stroll. Down the path, into the fields, snuffling around and looking for food. You know what you’re looking for. For a week, you’ve been snacking on peanuts every single day. You walk straight to them, feeling the luckiest animal on earth. Except for this time; your luck has run out.
The cold, deafening sound of the cage shutting behind you startles you. You turn around leaving your peanuts behind, but you are trapped. Locked in a metal box and without escape, you still fight.
It is desperate and frantic, yet hopeless. You scratch against the mud and your nails mark the ground, but they don’t manage to break the soil below you. You don’t care that your knees are bloodied, you want to break free. When that does not work, you try headbutting the walls. A streak of warm blood falls into your eyes from your forehead. There is no escape.
You just wanted to roam free, but the human had decided otherwise. You’re a pest, a problem, an inconvenience. You deserve death. So with nothing else to do but wait, you stare away into the night awaiting your fate. A gunshot awaits you a few hours away from now.
Today is your lucky day though, and so it is ours for having met such an incredibly resilient fighter. You didn’t need a saviour, but you certainly needed solidarity. So we extend solidarity to you and you keep fighting from today onwards.
Stay away from peanuts little one, and run free forever.
LET THE FUCKING WILD BE WILD.”
