I hate slaughterhouses. But I've missed them.

Today's trip to a slaughterhouse reminded me of the grim reality too many will never confront.

NOTE: I’m writing every day in memory of Lisa, who died on October 13. Not every post will be of the highest quality, and on January 1, I’ll reassess and create a new schedule for higher quality posts.

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Today’s post will be a short one, as I’m exhausted from a day of activism and family stuff. I got a chance to see some old friends — Arwen Carlin and Shannon Blair — and do activism I haven’t done in a long time. A slaughterhouse vigil. Outreach with factory farm footage. And gathering and talking with great people doing what’s in their power to fight the atrocities unfolding around us.

For most of the past 15 or so years, being at the frontlines has been part of my daily experience. Even when I haven’t been at a site where animals are being hurt, it’s been on my mind. The charges that began piling on in May 2018 have changed that. The opportunity presented itself by these cases is important, as is the personal risk. And I’ve traded in my camera for a lawyer’s brief.

But that trade has, in some ways, been detrimental to my personal development — and motivation. Today’s experience, which I’ll share more about tomorrow, reminds me why every moment is so urgent.

Because our animal friends are dying.

As I said, more later.