Activism

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Portland, oregon

This image was taken following a Love Demonstration with the original Portland branch of PEACE.

 

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Vancouver, washington

At a Love Demonstration in the Vancouver Mall, activists wore duct tape over their mouths while showing footage of the animal agriculture industry in order to represent the victims of this industry who have been silenced.

 

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Woodland, washington

Less than two miles from where this photo was taken in a slaughterhouse that kills over 2,000 cows a week. My first experience in Animal Rights Activism was at a vigil held by Portland Animal Save at this very location. That vigil inspired me to join other local activism groups such as Anonymous for the Voiceless and Direct Action Everywhere. Soon after I formed PEACE: a non profit group of activisms who aim to Promote Equality, Acceptance & Compassion Everywhere.

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Portland, oregon

This was PEACE’s first event, titled: Walk for Love. We marched along the waterfront while chanting for animal liberation. Following the conclusion of the march we formed a Cube of Truth with Anonymous for the Voiceless. I was 17 at the time and had been an activist for about a month.

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Vancouver, washington

Allie Waldera took this photograph during the first Love Demonstration held by PEACE. Without knowing what to expect, a group of activists entered the Vancouver Mall and stood in the food court peacefully stating our purpose. To our surprise, security allowed us to stay for over an hour.

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harmony, oregon

Harmony Farm sanctuary serves as a happy home for many animals. These baby goats LOVE to jump all over humans. PEACE often provide’s volunteers to these sanctuaries.

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Vancouver, washington

Following our silent demonstration at the Vancouver Mall, those who were wearing duct tape over their mouths removed it and we sang the Liberation Song as a group before leaving the mall.

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Portland, oregon

The March for Our Lives was a march organized in response to a multitude of school shootings occurring across the United States. This march was led and organized majorly by students. PEACE participated in this march, as we believe everyone has the right to feel safe and respected, especially in an academic setting.

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Harmony, oregon

This was one of the happiest moments of my life.

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Portland, oregon

Portland activists took to the streets and joined the Pride March.

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Iowa

These images were taken at a gas station. A farmer had just purchased sheep from an auction and was taking them back to his farm. He told us his intent was to kill them for their flesh.

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California

At the Animal Liberation Conference in 2017 a group of activists from Portland found three dogs in a fenced in lot covered in fleas and ticks with no access to clean water. We were able to convince the people who have legal ownership of them to surrender them to us. Within a week they all had new homes.

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On 12/9/18 I followed a truck carrying piglets who had just been taken away from their mothers to be sent to a confinement operation where they will live out the rest of their incredibly short lives before being sent to slaughter. I begged the driver and people running the operation to put me in contact with the person who could surrender or sell me at least one of these piglets. They gave me a phone number, which I called but received no answer. I tried to reach out to them on a heart level and explain why I was there and asked again if I could at least spend some time with them. We negotiated a bit and they agreed to let me stand outside of the truck while they were being unloaded. I captured these images and some videos. When they saw I was filming, I was asked to leave. I spend the next hour sobbing in my car. My head hurts, my eyes are dry and my heart aches. Please, I am begging YOU, stop this violence. Help me free these babies. Liberation for all involves us all. 

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fairfield, Iowa

I found this pig rotting on the loading doc of a CAFO. This is not the first time I have found dead animals on the doorstep of these prisons.

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washougal, washington

PEACE’s first volunteer day at Refarm Sanctuary!

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vancouver, washington

Activists heading out of the Vancouver mall in conclusion to our love demonstration.

utah

This turkey is one of the Holiday survivors! They, along with 99 others, were surrendered to group Direct Action Everywhere in a historic negotiation. They are now living happily at a sanctuary!

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portland, oregon

Images taken by Natan Fridman Rojas at a Love Demonstration with ThatVeganCouple.

“This photo is the definition of non-violent civil disobedience.” -  Matt Braun   Before I became an activist, I never thought that I would chain myself to the gate of an operation responsible for hatching, raising and murdering millions of ducks a year. I never imagined that when the police gave me the option to leave or get arrested, that I would look at them calmly and say “get arrested.”  On 6/3/19, I was arrested alongside 75 animal rights activists for demanding that the police enforce the law. Whistleblowers have revealed to us hours of horrifying footage taken within this farm documenting criminal cases of animal cruelty. Under California Penal Code 597 it is a felony to torture, torment, overload, mutilate, deprive of necessary sustenance or cruelly kill any animal. Grotesque footage highlighting the abuse occurring inside of this farm has been turned over to the proper authorities again and again, yet they refused to enforce the law that they have sworn to impose.  California Penal Code 597e states that if an animal is impounded and does not have access to food or water for more than 12 consecutive hours then any person may enter the property in which they are being held and provide them with the assistance they need to survive. Since law enforcement wouldn’t help them, we did. One team of activists removed ducks from the slaughter line and placed them safely on the ground, then turned the machine off before bike locking their own necks in place of the birds. One worker turned it on again, nearly killing one of our activists who was hospitalized later that night. That team then moved to the front gate, where myself and seven other activists had chained ourselves to the gate and held the bodies of dead ducks that has been thrown in a dumpster labeled “inedible”.  Over 500 activists joined us in the coming hours, along with dozens of police in riot gear sporting batons and a helicopter that watched our every move. We sat there, singing for animal liberation and pleading with the officers to do their job and start an animal cruelty investigation immediately on the farm we were occupying. They refused. 5 hours passed before an officer announced that anyone who didn’t vacate the property would be arrested. He gave us five minutes to move. People did move. Dozens of activists peacefully crossed the streets holding up flowers and sat down in front of us, locking arms. The officers began arresting us one by one. Once they had removed everyone without a chain around their neck they moved onto us. They began taking the diseased birds from our arms.  That day I cradled the bodies of two baby ducks. Ducklings raised for their flesh are killed 7-8 weeks after hatching. Babies. They are killed as babies. These aquatic animals never had the pleasure of experiencing their natural habitat. They never got to swim. They spent their entire lives walking on wire floors and struggling to reach food and water. They were impounded in sheds with thousands of other individuals suffering the same fate. Their freedom came when they were finally able to escape the bodies they had been imprisoned in, and that is a tragedy.  Before the officers took them away, I promised them that we are transforming a system of violence into unconditional love. When asked, I handed them over; the memory of them never leaving my mind. I knew that revolutionary history was taking place and in that I found peace. An officer came to each of us and said “ You have an option. You can either leave now and not get arrested or get arrested. What is your choice?” The feeling of strength built as I watched each of my friends say “get arrested.” Then, I heard the words announce themselves from my own being.  My friends locks were cut one by one, releasing the chains from their necks. Every time someone stood up the crowd of activists on the other side announced their love for them in a wave of cheers and shouts of “I love you!” I held hands with the women by my side who I now consider family. We looked into each others eyes and whispered “we did it.”  While we had chained ourselves to the front gate, our friends had rescued 32 ducklings.  My turn. The officer put safety glasses on me and explained to me what they were about to do. He asked me if I was okay. I said yes. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up. I called reiki into my being. I sent love to myself, to the officers, to the activists, to the birds and to the world. I felt the chain lift off my neck as the bolt cutter began to break the lock that had kept me in place. “Are you okay?” the officer asked again. I hadn’t expected them to be so kind to us. “Yes” I said again. I was okay. I wasn’t the one being enslaved in the sheds behind us. I wasn’t the one hanging by my feet on the slaughter line. I wasn’t the one being torn apart from my mother. I wasn’t the one being repeatedly raped and impregnated, only to have my babies torn from me. I wasn’t the one who’s only chance at freedom was if the truck sending me to my demise crashed and my cage door opened. I am a human being, and with that title comes an enormous amount of privilege. If even a fraction of what is being done to non-human animals in the animal agriculture industry was done to me the person responsible would be in prison.  And that’s not what I want. I don’t want them to go to prison. Having experienced jail for just two days, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I want them to be shown love. I want this system that puts some humans in a position where their only way to survive is to kill animals to completely transform. I want year-round veganic greenhouses to replace all factory farms and slaughterhouses. I want workers to feel respected and loved each and every day. I want the non-human animals trapped in this system to be free. I want them to experience love and happiness. I want the earth to smile as the children that walk upon her live in a blissful state of being. I want each and every one of us to be at peace.  That is what I am spending every moment of my existence creating. That is why I started the non-profit organization PEACE: Promoting Equality, Acceptance & Compassion Everywhere. That is why I moved to Iowa, to bring PEACE to the heart of animal agriculture. That’s why we’re opening Plant - a vegan restaurant and community event center aimed at creating a loving space for all peoples. That is why all surplus profits Plant receives will be put towards creating a sanctuary from a factory farm. That’s why we’re building an eco village from the ground up and establishing the first ever University of PEACE.  When the lock snapped and the chain fell to the ground, I opened my eyes and stood up. The crowd around me erupted with light. I have such gratitude in my heart for each individual who makes this community what it is. I am thankful to every person who gave me their love and compassion and gratitude. With my hands zip tied together, I turned to the crowd and said “I love you all.”  I am all in peace.  I am love.  Who are you?

“This photo is the definition of non-violent civil disobedience.” - Matt Braun

Before I became an activist, I never thought that I would chain myself to the gate of an operation responsible for hatching, raising and murdering millions of ducks a year. I never imagined that when the police gave me the option to leave or get arrested, that I would look at them calmly and say “get arrested.”

On 6/3/19, I was arrested alongside 75 animal rights activists for demanding that the police enforce the law. Whistleblowers have revealed to us hours of horrifying footage taken within this farm documenting criminal cases of animal cruelty. Under California Penal Code 597 it is a felony to torture, torment, overload, mutilate, deprive of necessary sustenance or cruelly kill any animal. Grotesque footage highlighting the abuse occurring inside of this farm has been turned over to the proper authorities again and again, yet they refused to enforce the law that they have sworn to impose.

California Penal Code 597e states that if an animal is impounded and does not have access to food or water for more than 12 consecutive hours then any person may enter the property in which they are being held and provide them with the assistance they need to survive. Since law enforcement wouldn’t help them, we did. One team of activists removed ducks from the slaughter line and placed them safely on the ground, then turned the machine off before bike locking their own necks in place of the birds. One worker turned it on again, nearly killing one of our activists who was hospitalized later that night. That team then moved to the front gate, where myself and seven other activists had chained ourselves to the gate and held the bodies of dead ducks that has been thrown in a dumpster labeled “inedible”.

Over 500 activists joined us in the coming hours, along with dozens of police in riot gear sporting batons and a helicopter that watched our every move. We sat there, singing for animal liberation and pleading with the officers to do their job and start an animal cruelty investigation immediately on the farm we were occupying. They refused. 5 hours passed before an officer announced that anyone who didn’t vacate the property would be arrested. He gave us five minutes to move. People did move. Dozens of activists peacefully crossed the streets holding up flowers and sat down in front of us, locking arms. The officers began arresting us one by one. Once they had removed everyone without a chain around their neck they moved onto us. They began taking the diseased birds from our arms.

That day I cradled the bodies of two baby ducks. Ducklings raised for their flesh are killed 7-8 weeks after hatching. Babies. They are killed as babies. These aquatic animals never had the pleasure of experiencing their natural habitat. They never got to swim. They spent their entire lives walking on wire floors and struggling to reach food and water. They were impounded in sheds with thousands of other individuals suffering the same fate. Their freedom came when they were finally able to escape the bodies they had been imprisoned in, and that is a tragedy.

Before the officers took them away, I promised them that we are transforming a system of violence into unconditional love. When asked, I handed them over; the memory of them never leaving my mind. I knew that revolutionary history was taking place and in that I found peace. An officer came to each of us and said “ You have an option. You can either leave now and not get arrested or get arrested. What is your choice?” The feeling of strength built as I watched each of my friends say “get arrested.” Then, I heard the words announce themselves from my own being.

My friends locks were cut one by one, releasing the chains from their necks. Every time someone stood up the crowd of activists on the other side announced their love for them in a wave of cheers and shouts of “I love you!” I held hands with the women by my side who I now consider family. We looked into each others eyes and whispered “we did it.”

While we had chained ourselves to the front gate, our friends had rescued 32 ducklings.

My turn. The officer put safety glasses on me and explained to me what they were about to do. He asked me if I was okay. I said yes. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up. I called reiki into my being. I sent love to myself, to the officers, to the activists, to the birds and to the world. I felt the chain lift off my neck as the bolt cutter began to break the lock that had kept me in place. “Are you okay?” the officer asked again. I hadn’t expected them to be so kind to us. “Yes” I said again. I was okay. I wasn’t the one being enslaved in the sheds behind us. I wasn’t the one hanging by my feet on the slaughter line. I wasn’t the one being torn apart from my mother. I wasn’t the one being repeatedly raped and impregnated, only to have my babies torn from me. I wasn’t the one who’s only chance at freedom was if the truck sending me to my demise crashed and my cage door opened. I am a human being, and with that title comes an enormous amount of privilege. If even a fraction of what is being done to non-human animals in the animal agriculture industry was done to me the person responsible would be in prison.

And that’s not what I want. I don’t want them to go to prison. Having experienced jail for just two days, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I want them to be shown love. I want this system that puts some humans in a position where their only way to survive is to kill animals to completely transform. I want year-round veganic greenhouses to replace all factory farms and slaughterhouses. I want workers to feel respected and loved each and every day. I want the non-human animals trapped in this system to be free. I want them to experience love and happiness. I want the earth to smile as the children that walk upon her live in a blissful state of being. I want each and every one of us to be at peace.

That is what I am spending every moment of my existence creating. That is why I started the non-profit organization PEACE: Promoting Equality, Acceptance & Compassion Everywhere. That is why I moved to Iowa, to bring PEACE to the heart of animal agriculture. That’s why we’re opening Plant - a vegan restaurant and community event center aimed at creating a loving space for all peoples. That is why all surplus profits Plant receives will be put towards creating a sanctuary from a factory farm. That’s why we’re building an eco village from the ground up and establishing the first ever University of PEACE.

When the lock snapped and the chain fell to the ground, I opened my eyes and stood up. The crowd around me erupted with light. I have such gratitude in my heart for each individual who makes this community what it is. I am thankful to every person who gave me their love and compassion and gratitude. With my hands zip tied together, I turned to the crowd and said “I love you all.”

I am all in peace.

I am love.

Who are you?

Today we joined with several other activist to commemorate the lives lost and the lives saved this  Animal Liberation Conference . Myself and more than 70 activists were arrested for exercising our legal right to protest injustice and demanded that an animal cruelty investigation begin immediately on a farm that we have proof was and is committing atrocities. That day I held the bodies of two baby ducks. Ducklings raised for their flesh are killed 7-8 weeks after hatching. Babies. They are killed as babies. These aquatic animals had never had the pleasure of experiencing their natural habitat. They never got to swim. They spent their entire lives walking on wire floors and struggling to reach food and water. They were imprisoned in sheds with thousands of other individuals suffering the same fate. They never got to feel the sunshine or the rain. Until they had died, they had probably never been shown compassion by a human. Their bodies were thrown away like trash in a dumpster labeled “inedible”. So I held them. I held their empty vessels while chained to the gate of their prison, demanding liberation for those who were still trapped inside. One of their bodies had decayed to the point where they no longer had eyes, while the other had recently died. Their eyes were open and stared blankly back at me. I looked into their eyes and sang to them. I promised them that I would end this. I promised them that we are ending this.  I will never forget the individuals I held that day. Their life in these bodies was a living hell. Now, they are free birds. I am calling upon all people to join with me now; to bring about freedom to ourselves, our friends, our family members, loved ones, community members and all peoples of this planet. Freedom is a state of being, one that is nurtured by love. Will you love with me? Will you look lovingly upon all that is around you now? Will you be loving to all you see and feel and hear and taste and touch? Will you accept freedom for yourself and for all of those you view as separate from yourself?  While I was holding onto them, someone asked me if I had named them. The names Miya and Olivia tumbled out of my mouth. Truly, I don’t know their names and I have no right to decide for them. I never knew them until death, so this is the only states in which I see them. All I do know, is that now they are free birds. Will you join me in freeing all birds ?

Today we joined with several other activist to commemorate the lives lost and the lives saved this Animal Liberation Conference. Myself and more than 70 activists were arrested for exercising our legal right to protest injustice and demanded that an animal cruelty investigation begin immediately on a farm that we have proof was and is committing atrocities. That day I held the bodies of two baby ducks. Ducklings raised for their flesh are killed 7-8 weeks after hatching. Babies. They are killed as babies. These aquatic animals had never had the pleasure of experiencing their natural habitat. They never got to swim. They spent their entire lives walking on wire floors and struggling to reach food and water. They were imprisoned in sheds with thousands of other individuals suffering the same fate. They never got to feel the sunshine or the rain. Until they had died, they had probably never been shown compassion by a human. Their bodies were thrown away like trash in a dumpster labeled “inedible”. So I held them. I held their empty vessels while chained to the gate of their prison, demanding liberation for those who were still trapped inside. One of their bodies had decayed to the point where they no longer had eyes, while the other had recently died. Their eyes were open and stared blankly back at me. I looked into their eyes and sang to them. I promised them that I would end this. I promised them that we are ending this.

I will never forget the individuals I held that day. Their life in these bodies was a living hell. Now, they are free birds. I am calling upon all people to join with me now; to bring about freedom to ourselves, our friends, our family members, loved ones, community members and all peoples of this planet. Freedom is a state of being, one that is nurtured by love. Will you love with me? Will you look lovingly upon all that is around you now? Will you be loving to all you see and feel and hear and taste and touch? Will you accept freedom for yourself and for all of those you view as separate from yourself?

While I was holding onto them, someone asked me if I had named them. The names Miya and Olivia tumbled out of my mouth. Truly, I don’t know their names and I have no right to decide for them. I never knew them until death, so this is the only states in which I see them. All I do know, is that now they are free birds. Will you join me in freeing all birds ?

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