A Message from Ingrid Newkirk
Force yourself to speak up, because the animals can't do it themselves.
Dear Animal Times Reader,
Some words about Utopia, priceless resources and how some Swedish activists went to jail in good spirits. The word "Utopia" is from the Greek, meaning, basically, "no such place"! All Animal Times readers want Utopia: a perfect world in which suffering is unheard of. But creating Utopia is a pretty tall order, so we work hard for what we can achieve, reducing the sum total of the pain, fear and loneliness that animals feel. We save one fox from becoming a collar here and a group of monkeys from a laboratory there, convert one meat-eating dad to vegetarianism and convince a class not to dissect. Each small victory adds up to a mountain of progress. We may not be able to stop all the suffering in the world, but we can stop a lot of it, which means everything to each animal whose life is spared or whose suffering is alleviated.
Each of us who cares is a priceless resource. Donate, yes, please. But, also, if you are lucky
enough to have a voice, an imagination, mobility and talents, please give them to the fight
to end animal suffering. Just look at how diverse actions can be:
Another person wanted people waiting at her bus stop to learn about the importance of
spaying dogs and cats. She organized 12 garage sales and other events to raise the funds for
a big, beautiful bus-stop ad that they can't miss.
Please, use your voice and creativity every day for animal victims who have no voice of
their own. Explain, lead by example, be open and friendly and welcoming and be busy for
the animals, who depend on us all. Want some ideas?
Please write me personally at the address below, tell me
a bit about yourself and I'll suggest a few things!
Force yourself to speak up, because the animals can't
do it themselves.
For the animals,
Ingrid E. Newkirk
| PIGEON GETS A LIFT
 "Somebody put an injured pigeon in your lift," the delivery man told Dawn Carr, director of PETA Europe's London office. "And now she's loose in the lobby." rushed down to find a disoriented bird blinking in confusion. After determining that the bird simply had been stunned, probably by flying into a window, Dawn gently wrapped her in a T-shirt and put her into a box so she could rest. Soon the bird revived and started fluttering her wings. Dawn carried her outside, and after sitting for a moment to get her bearings, the pigeon flew off to rejoin her flock.
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