abolitionist vegans

Vegans are not asking you to become overly sensitive tree-hugging animal lovers

We just want you to realize that the reaction you would have at someone beating a cow because they liked how it felt should be the same reaction as someone killing and eating a cow because they liked how it tasted.

This isn’t some crazy hippy shit. It is applying logic and reasoning to our ethics when it comes to how we treat other sentient beings on this planet.

trying really hard not to feel incredibly guilty about not wanting to be vegan 100% of the time. i really love cheese, and the place where i get eggs treats the chickens with all the love in the world. the frequency of my cheese eating, however, is relatively rare, only really when i’m treating myself to some wine and an evening in or an afternoon with friends. i know i could make a greater impact by abstaining from any and all animal products, but i… i don’t know. i feel like the small amount of cheese i eat a year is maybe justified by the lack of animals and animal products i eat otherwise as a vegetarian.

We can no more justify using nonhumans as human resources than we can justify human slavery. Animal use and slavery have at least one important point in common: both institutions treat sentient beings exclusively as resources of others. That cannot be justified with respect to humans; it cannot be justified with respect to nonhumans—however “humanely” we treat them.
—  Gary L. Francione
Veganism is not just a diet. It is not just a ‘lifestyle.’ It is a nonviolent act of defiance. It is a refusal to participate in the oppression of the innocent and the vulnerable. It is a rejection of the insidious idea that harming other sentient beings should be considered a 'normal’ part of life. It represents a paradigm shift toward a new default position that violence for pleasure, amusement, or convenience can *never* be justified.
—  Gary Francione
Why You Won’t See a “RIP Harambe” Post from Me

Over the last several days, all of social media has been covered in memes, articles, statuses,and tweets, all memorializing a gorilla named Harambe who was shot in a zoo last month. My question to nonvegans is this: Why?

Why on earth do you care? How could you possibly give a shit? I don’t buy the line that it is because Harambe’s species was endangered. These social media rants are not mourning the decline of a species. They are mourning the ‘needless’ death of a sentient creature. You complain about how sensitive vegans are, and about how we overreact, but you become a ball of tears and rage when an animal of a specific species dies….You are disgusted and morally repulsed by animal cruelty–unless it is cruelty that you cause…then you have the audacity to claim that vegans are the self righteousness ones?

Your hypocrisy is unbearable.

You won’t see me memorializing an unfortunate gorilla who happened to have a name. His carcass can be thrown onto the heaping pile of the billions of animals that have been brutalized and killed  by humanity in just this year. I mourn for all of them, even those that never had the luxury of a name, or the slightest hint of human empathy. I honor them not by posting a status, but by not participating in their abuse and exploitation.

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If you don’t know who Gary L. Francione is…you should. He is an amaing leader in the animal rights movement and he has had a HUGE  influence on me.

I am not well-versed in theory, but in my view, the cow deserves her life. As does the ram. As does the ladybug. As does the elephant. As do the fish, and the dog and the bee; as do other sentient beings. I will always be in favor of veganism as a minimum because I believe that sentient beings have a right not to be used as someone else’s property. They ask us to be brave for them, to be clear for them, and I see no other acceptable choice but to advocate veganism. If these statements make me a fundamentalist, then I will sew a scarlet F on my jacket so that all may know I’m fundamentally in favor of nonviolence; may they bury me in it so that all will know where I stood.
—  Vince J. Guihan