When it was over (for me at least), I opened the door of the car where my husband was waiting and settled heavily onto the passenger seat. I sat there for a few moments, numb with the stink of death and desperation assaulting my nostrils, my emotions and my brain. I could literally smell the blood of all the doomed prisoners in those death for hire trucks. The fact that I was sunburned because I had forgotten my hat and …
This Vegan’s Experience at the 24 Hour Toronto Pig Save Vigil
