Unoffensive Animal

9th April, Europe?

Via: @269.liberation_animale

“A TRIBUTE TO VIOLETTE” (OPERATION CUORE LIBERI ACT II): TWO PIGS LIBERATED FROM A SLAUGHTERHOUSE ON THE 9TH OF APRIL 2024 ! 

it calls us, it gives us a duty, it makes us rise. It brings us, relentlessly, in front of the same doors.

Violette was liberated last November, during the first “CUORE LIBERI” operation.
She was already weak when she arrived at the place that welcomed her. She got taken away shortly after by a pulmonary infection.

“The slaughterhouse” isn’t just a place. It’s also the factory ground for an exploitation that digs down to the bone.

A poison attacking animals and infiltrating their body. It sneaks in and grabs back those who it could not tear appart and dooms the ones who made it out. Slowly devouring them from the inside.

But we promised Violette that her name wouldn’t get to fade away.

Direct action as a way to fix those lives, slashed by slaughterhouses. As a way to never forget.

Scars only heal once you took revenge, at last.

Actions only stick when they are aimed at the power. So we put together another story, written with those at the bottom of the ladder.
All those worthless and invisible bodies, dying at rates so high we can’t even count them.

Violette’s lifeless body says it all, crudely.
And here we are, once again, meeting up to punch back.

We went in a forest, to slide into our second skin.
To turn our flashlights back on, providing us with this soft red light that makes our faces glow at night.

This time, we took revenge in a slaughterhouse.

The back door finally broke apart, as a gun going off in the dark, and we screamed. Maybe a little too much, but it made us happy.

A slaughterhouse isn’t just four walls and a roof, it’s someone. A border patrol guard standing in our way with it’s smell, straight out of a graveyard, and it’s captive bolt gun. It’s watching for the world to stay splitted between night and day, the ones who live and the ones who died, suburbs and towns, animals and us, victims and abusers, the exploited and the ones who profit.

The animal question stands here, between red, white and black.
Pigs dont have words coming out of their mouth. Instead, they look at you. They talk with their face, and we get it all.

It’s our burden because it makes us responsible.
When we get in, tired eyes and broken bodies immediately stand out.

Them and those cracks in the concrete flour, as a breach between what animals are forced to be and what’s forbidden to them.

A place to eradicate.

And that one pig, in the left corner of the first box, understood it.

That there’s nothing to understand no more.
That there’s no outside.
That his world stops, at the end of this corridor, tomorrow, at dusk.

So he’s drowning his eyes in the holes in the ground
As if this ground would suddenly break open.
Ending it all, now.

An animal who’s taking refuge in solitude, self mutilation or depression, is everything but a victim who consents and accepts the injustice done to them.

For those postures are still ways to resist, to try and bear the unimaginable. And for there is, in each attempt at resignation something that shows you as the actual looser of the fight.

We decide to carry this pig, because you cannot allow yourself to take the time to choose, or the memory of those left behind comes to chew at your head forever after.
As it’s time to get the hell out of there, we notice, in another dimly lit corner, another pig, smaller than the others. He’s isolated and has a tumor as big as a football. How could we leave without him ?

We carry him out too and decide that we’ll just figure things out later.

We each went our ways in the early morning, knowing that we’ll see each other again, soon.

After our last slaughterhouse blockade, local newspapers wrote this about us : “we dont know who they are, or when they’ll strike next”.

Ain’t gonna lie, we actually like this.

After this 27th liberation, we keep in our minds yet another unforgettable heritage.
At the end of the day it’s there, in those very moments, that life and death look at each other without hatred.
And between us remains light. The same light that emerges when a cage pops open.

To my comrades who keep hitting the road each week to write this story with me, alongside animals <3”

2nd of April, Bavaria

Received anonymously via email: 


“We came in the dark so these innocent animals would see the light the next morning. They did.

We have already been in the exact same egg farm 4 times before and liberated 36 hens from this place in total in 2023. We never claimed these actions until now because we hope the more actions are reported, the more people will be inspired to take action on behalf of the animals

This time on April the second 2024 we liberated 11 hens. from this filthy, horrible place.

They are crowded by the thousands in a concrete building wiht no windows.

No fresh air, no sundlight, no grass, so space just noise, bad smell, fecies, pain and death.

These poor animals are bred to lay an unnatural amount of eggs. They are only seen as egg laying machines and are sent to slaughterhouse as soon as the egg laying declines and the farmer makes less profit with them.

So if you are reading this we ask you to take action. Do some research , locate the farms in you area and go out at night and take as many animals as you caan carry. Make sure to find good homes where they can live in freedom and peace.

The 11 hens we liberated were brought to a secure , caring home where they have a lot of space to run around, they can now spent their days outside on grass, breathing fresh air and bathing in the sun. We want to use this moment now to express our gratitude to all those who offer a home for liberated animals. Thank you so much. We appreaciate everyone who takes action for these who have no chance but us. lets destroy the infrastructure of this slavery. While liberations, make sure the animals are safe and then destroy as much as possible.

We took dozens of eggs from the farm and fed them to the liberated animals. The eggs belong to them not to humans. If you cant carry loads of eggs just break them in the farm. This means financial loss for the farmer.

Expect to hear from us.

ALF”

10th April, Victoria, Australia

received anonymously via email:

“Earlier this year Jacinta Allen’s office was paid a visit by the A.L.F for her decision to go against her own governments recommendation to ban duck shooting. This is likely due to her personal ties with hunters, and the fair share of hunter population in her electorate. The A.L.F vowed to show up on the wetlands to disrupt and sabotage hunting activity. Here we are.

In the early morning of open day (10th April), the A.L.F paid a visit to Lake Colac and disrupted the sleep of hunters camped out on the lake by playing loud metal music and screaming out the windows. Song of choice for this fine morning was Deadbringer by Aborted.

Meanwhile down in Geelong near Lake Connewarre, on the morning of opening, a hunter broke shooting laws by opening fire at a swamp hen out of frustration. He opened fire at a pair of ducks flying overhead and when his shot missed, proceeded to shoot an illegal to shoot bird, a swamp hen. Further rules broken on the wetlands included a shooter carrying his gun unbroken, two wounded ducks not even attempted to be retrieved by the shooter who shot them and the flying of a drone. All illegal activities and the Game Management Authority were nowhere to be seen.

The duck shooting season will be active up until June 5th, we will be there day and night, ensuring hunters have as little joy as possible and we will bring you updates as they come. We vow to fight for the innocent ducks that have been slaughtered over the years and the ducks that are yet to be murdered.

Hunters will be hunted this duck shooting season.

We acknowledge the First Nations people whose land this action took place on. We stand in solidarity with their fight for freedom and liberation from the oppressive forces of colonialism.”

25th March, Tarragona, Catalonia.

Via Animal Liberation Press Office.

“2 chickens saved from small farm .
Now un sanctuary.”