Balancing Act in Vegan Activism

A thought came to me recently seeing so many well known people in the vegan world playing prominent roles in the current movement sweeping the UK. A person who has work or family commitments can feel disheartened if they aren’t able to commit to the movement as much or or as often as they would like to.

However, simple things and contributions as we go about our days can help no matter how small.

I today for instance had some fun stickering in the ‘murder aisle’ of Aldi and M&S and speaking to fellow workers on ‘lactose intolerance’. Girl you simply aren’t a baby cow.
I’m always stickering on the back of seats of trains/buses on the way to work and leaving leaflets where I know they will be found.

Putting a few stickers about or speaking to people as you go about your day can mean as much as any other form of activism. Don’t ever feel for one minute that just because you have an incredibly busy life and you can only contribute in little ways, that you are letting anybody down.

Even if vigils, outreaches or protests are impossible for you to get to, though this are great to gain ideas and meet fellow vegans and support network, never underestimate the value of the small contributions that you can make.

Inspired to Share – Vegan Outreach

8 months to the day I made the long overdue choice to go full compassion and be vegan after 10 years vegetarian. During these months I wanted to share the truth I myself had fully become aware of in the dairy and egg industry. I’d always been opposed to eating animals and had in the past wanted to bring awareness to others, only to be told not to say the truths. I was also struggling then as a vegetarian on how to be active to share the truth as a then 19 – 20 year old.

Sadly not much could I seem get involved in or know how to access at the time and became subdued to a degree in my feelings with to people eating animals. I never wavered as a vegetarian from pressures, abuse, mockery or food choices. It was so easy to be vegetarian, it was second nature, there was no lame excuse but selfishness to full down.

As a vegan now, there are so many opportunities to be involved to share the truths. It can be overwhelming! From protests, demos, vigils to outreaches. London is a hub for activism I’ve found. Sadly there was little activism happening in my local area, though I knew a few were going on such as vigils, which are essential in themselves, yet only reach to a degree.

Most important is to work within our local towns/cities/villages to share with the locals. I wanted to start something myself so launched Kingston Vegan Outreach for my local area in Surrey. We are only two events in but they have been extremely successful and well received. All the more eye opening is the large number of vegan and vegetarians already in the area, right at my door step! Who would have guessed.

My hope with these outreach events are that we are able to bring awareness to the locals and to encourage local vegans/vegetarians to become active to share the strong feelings they have for being vegan. For if we ourselves feel cruelty is wrong, we need to share to others this as they won’t know if we don’t help share the truths!

Please if you’re interested in becoming active and attend an outreach group near you or to join Kingston Vegan Outreach. The FB page is –

Vegans Bear Witness to Carnist’s ‘Choice’

Exactly one week ago I’d attended Farnborough Animal Vigils group to bear witness along with many other vegans/vegetarians to the innocent pigs, cows and sheep enroute to be killed for human’s to eat their deceased bodies.

It’s haunted  myself and many others ever since with flash backs with the tiny piglets no more than 8 weeks old (coincidentally the same age puppies or kittens are taken to from their mums and sold to humans for their entertainment, not for the kittens/puppies). Also the very young male calves, few months old, with soft doe brown eyes wide and innocence looking out of the trailers having been taken from their grieving mums. Sent to be killed because they’re born the wrong gender all so humans can drink his mother’s milk.

The many older piglets were kept in filth and wreaking of faeces and urine. The with one trailer, smell hung long in the hot air that day well after the trailer had emptied of the piglets and left. I could still smell days afterwards. The heat of that day was well into the 30 degrees. The metal trailers were like ovens for the suffering animals. The pigs packed tight were gasping and panting heavily (very much as a dog does on hot days) in this metal inferno. We gave water to what pigs we could to ease their thirst.

The piglets were the hardest to bear along with the tiny sons of dairy cows.. so tiny and wide eyed and curious. Oblivious to their violent end. Many people broke down of this extend of injustices to these tiny children. The sons and daughters of someone now grieving for her stolen children. Many tried to persuade the workers there to sell the babies to spare their lives. Yet these children were only reference to as contract or a delivery. The disconnecting of which no person present could comprehend.

Though my first vigil well back in January had been the hardest due the reality I had myself face for the very first time outside a slaughterhouse. The extent to the cruelty I have seen on this most recent vigil and the victims I shall not forget but use their lost lives to share with my outreach groups to the public I speak with.

This day saw 5-6 trailers and one large truck of innocent beings sent to die. It doesn’t have to be this way. Vegans don’t want to have to bear witness to innocent billions of children destined to die to shake carnists up about the truth when it’s so apparent in this age of technology and information and science.  Yes, the food industry is what puts the blinds and blinkers on people. Yet we can think for ourselves and make a choice if we dare to not be dictated follow the crowd with lies and deceit.

Until the last killing house is closed, animal activism shall never cease or be quieted to conform for those feeling the guilt of their ‘choices’ nor to the food industries whom keep trying to lie and brainwash people.

We want to be unique yet aren’t in our blindness to follow in supporting cruelty.