“The number is not as important as the fact that the life of a few worms has changed forever. Most have already turned into bugs and live with people who like them. Every non human life matters. Liberation from a pet store, Czech Republic”
“We sprayed “Drecks Tierquäler” and ALF and smashed the big shop window, sprayed butyric acid through the sliding door and painted MEAT IS MURDER on the floor in front of the butchery.
More then the action was quick and simple: the fire department and police were called out and there were numerous reports in the media.
One picture shows the report of the biggest news site “Tagesschau”.
The damage amounts to an estimated €30.000. Butchers’ shops are symbolic of speciesism and are therefore a priority target for the ALF.
No, you are not the victim because you know where the animal comes from whom you murder!
“A cold afternoon in Argentina, in a beach far away from the city where nobody really goes off-season we saw an amateur fishing person as the single, lone human on the beach.
The only vehicle parked there was theirs, and they spent a very long time fishing, showing a great passion for the murder of fish.
What they didn’t know is that fishing saboteurs were hunting them, and whilst they were fishing we slashed their tyres. Because we slashed all tyres, the emergency tyre in the boot served no purpose, so their way back was a little inconvenient 60km away from any tyre place
They likely thought “who can be so cruel” but it was extremely pleasurable to see their murderous eyes now filled with sadness, walking around their vehicle with all the tyres popped.
Fishing saboteurs, keep going!”
SPANISH (original):
“Una tarde fría en argentina, en una playa alejada de la ciudad, que no es concurrida fuera de temporada, vimos un entusiasta pescador, era la única persona en esa alejada playa
El único auto que había era el suyo, este entusiasta pescador, pasó horas pescando demostrando una gran pasión por asesinar peces.
Lo que no sabía es que estaba siendo acechado por saboteadores de la pesca, y asi pinchamos sus ruedas,al tener más de una rueda pinchada de nada le serviría su rueda De auxilio, por lo cual, se le puso un poco difícil la vuelta a su casa a 60km de cualquier gomería.
Pensando seguramente, ¿quién puede tener tanta maldad? fue placentero ver su mirada de asesino indignada, circulando en su vehículo con las ruedas pinchadas.
“we stole and smashed twelve poison boxes in a service station in Midlands. All were baited with both poison blocks and poisoned wheat. Sadly, we also found two tiny mice that after having eaten the poison sought shelter in the trap and died because of it.
Activists find themselves in a sadly normalized situation: a puppy is locked in a house under reconstruction:
“For several weeks, the dog was seen behind the gate of this house without water or food. After some research, a neighbour told the activists that he took care of the dog for a long weekend –he had run away from their “masters”, who didn’t feed him.
In this hopeless scenario for the puppy, considering that his role in this family was “guarding” the uninhabitable land under remodeling, the activists decided to do something.
So, on a rainy afternoon after verifying that there was no one in the house, they broke in and were able to take the dog out, who was in a room at the bottom of the house without water or food.
He’s now in a shelter with other dogs waiting to be adopted! This is a very common problem in Latin-America: using dogs as security tools (police use them as part of their force as well).
No use or objectification is justified. We reject that from the ALF and attack the root of the problem, that’s why we always opt for direct action, given that our animal siblings cannot liberate themselves.
Every species deserves respect. Veganism is justice!”
STORY OF AN EVASION: OPERATION CUORI LIBERI ACT II (LIBERATION OF TWO PIGS FROM A SLAUGHTERHOUSE)
{editor’s note: This is the video of an already reported action by 269 liberation animale}
“This is a tale about an evasion. A tale about borders, blown up by direct action.
Borders between those who can transform, who can achieve a metamorphosis, and others.
Others who are trapped, locked up, stuck in a non-existence, in a body that became “their jail”. Others, who have been deprived of a future.
This is a tale about a bunch of comrades, mainly women, who decided that direct action wasn’t solely a thing for guys who like camo clothing, and feeling part of a self proclaimed elite.
This is the story of a collective, in red and black, that decided to show that the ones at the bottom, fight, and that all bodies, even the most messed up or the most destroyed ones are here to take part in a revolution.
We took those acts and made them viral, joyful and fun. Even if a crowbar weighs twice as much for those who have to get rid of the coat of social order before taking action, nothing ever made us turn around.
Animals are no step stools to our feminism.
On that night, we were out for them, and most importantly, with them.
With animals drowning between walls of farms and slaughterhouses. Forgotten by all, left to die in the machine, and whose calls for help remain ignored and unanswered.
The life of an animal is a life lived as a film negative.
An existence against itself.
“Bodies having to steal themselves if they want to survive”. Maybe being part of a social minority makes us feel like acting harder, better, faster ?
We chose immediate impact, rather than stagnating in an abstract antispeciest scene full of empty words, far from animals.
It’s a fight that takes us right to their jails, to commit an escape. All of a sudden, animals start flying above metal fences, breaking through obstacles, stopping the relentless murdering machine and finally, they can write their name in history. Always by breaking into it, and always through the big front door.
There, where the “undercover camera” that shows us the most cruel acts taking place in the slaughterhouse, does nothing else but reminding us of the desubjectification in wich animals getting killed and workers turned executioners are being placed.
In this very location, a slaughterhouse, direct action allows us to invent another end for animals.
To interrupt the way things would go.
It throws us in a powerful and emotional dimension, because there’s a direct connection between one’s body and their political power. To those we left behind.
‘To girls who’s eye liner looks better than the future.'”
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