• May 14, 2019


We cannot take credit for the organizing of the slaughterhouse action. As widely reported, it was an autonomous group of activists. So Hi, Hello cops, don’t @ us thanks.

Here you can find texts from folks that took part in that action. They are not in chronological order. They might all be true, they might all be lies, they might all be written by everybody or by just one person. 

“We had been looking at doing this action for over a year. You know about anarchist organizing; many ideas and very little time, but when the event was being organized we took it a lot more serious and decided to make it a reality. It took a few days of scouting during the day and during the night. We already had knowledge about the slaughterhouse’s movement of vehicles so we knew we had to act on Sunday night ensuring no animals were on site.

We covered ourselves in glue, builders mastic and glitter, we painted our face and covered our tattoos. We needed to look as pretty as possible for the arrest photos! We got rid of our fingerprints. We had decided to remain anonymous during the action and the arrest, so we left our passports back and headed to that grey, terrible building. 

It was a strange yet powerful feeling. Walking around with a group of people that we didn’t know, but being aware that we were all accomplices of the same crime; fighting for animal liberation. Over the fence and across the yard, we found the gates that lead to death row closed shut from the inside. That was our target, but that did not stop us from carrying on. Some of us stayed down on the ground, locked on with tubes to each other, blocking the main entrance gate that leads animals to their immediate death. Meanwhile, a different group of people climbed up onto the roof. Some locked on to the ammonia pipes whilst some climbed up to the top of the chimney. We were all in place, ready for some sort of response, and then we waited. We waited for a long while, in the cold, before cops or workers decided to do anything about us. We were not expecting what would come next. 

A slaughterhouse worker decided to cover us in freezing water with a hose, in front of the police, in the middle of the night. The police did nothing about it. They sat and watched whilst some of us, on the ground, kept getting iller. Someone started fainting and showed signs of hypothermia. The police still did nothing. Our comrades, on the other hand, were showing solidarity. From the roof, chocolate and blankets kept pouring over us to show that we were all in this and that they were supporting us from up there. I will never forget that moment. 

Once they decided to get rid of the ground team and after denying the right to see a doctor to three people who had to be carried by other activists to an ambulance, the police realized they were completely overwhelmed by what was to come next. They brought a cherry picker, then they left. They brought a different cherry picker. They then decided it was best to try and cut a deal with us. They seemed concerned about the toxic pipes we had locked on to as it would make cutting our chains a pretty difficult endeavor. We don’t talk to cops, you see? We do not make deals. We don’t find an agreement, we don’t give up our fight under threats or nice treats. We don’t talk to cops. 

More and more police vans kept appearing and surrounding the building. With them, an enormous amount of people that wanted to show support kept coming in too. Placards, flags, people shouting anticapitalist slogans and above all, more solidarity. The roof eviction started with climbing cops and cherry pickers and one by one all of us got taken away and into a police van. It would be 17 hours after we had squatted the building that the police kicked us out. All that time, not a single animal was killed. During that time, the regional and national press came to visit, to film and to take photos, and then they decided to link the statement (clearly an anticapitalist, anti patriarchy, and antispeciesist speech) in their publications. We made them listen to us.

They took us to three different police stations. People still managed to have support outside the three of them waiting for every single one of us to come out to give us hugs, chocolate and to celebrate. We were all arrested, we all denied our identity, and we all were released without charges. We couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

I see this action as the continuation of something that started a long time ago. I see this action as a step forward inciting others to take radical civil disobedience. To deny their identity to the police and to fear nothing in the path to liberation. I see this action as a reminder of what solidarity has to offer. As a reminder that exploitation comes in all shapes and forms. That occupying a slaughterhouse isn’t “loving animals and fighting for them”. That this action represents standing strong against a system that keep us all under the boot, that fuels patriarchy, that divides people using wealth, that exploits other species and that destroys the planet we live on. I see this action as the beginning of a fight that already started. I hope that it inspires others to do the same and to fight for the liberation of all. 

Go Antispeciesist. Go anarchovegan. 

Fuck the system.”

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