It was a night-time vigil, in memory of the millions of non-human animals who have needlessly died for human vanity.
Despite it being Summer in South Africa, the evening was cool with the threat of rain and a restless breeze. The moon hid behind somber clouds, which echoed the mood of the occasion.
Although the group was small, we were moved by the symbolism of the ceremony. Flowers were placed at the shrine and some of us said a few words, essentially committing to never give up the fight against the despicable fur industry. Although I wish the day for a fur-free world would arrive, I know this won’t happen in my lifetime but at least I will die knowing I made a small contribution.
At a personal level, the occasion represented something deeper for me. When I reflect on my growth as an animal rights activist I can recognise that I have matured.
It has been, and still is, a lesson in tenacity and acceptance of my limitations. Yet, as I learn more about the shameful fur trade my determination to end it increases. We will never, never give up!
- How the fur trade is exploiting children (ravens-tree.com)