Saturday, May 19, 2012
Occupy for All Species
As I made my way down 30th Avenue, I saw a butcher standing in front of his shop—chatting amiably with passersby—his white frock stained deep red with blood.
He was casually standing there—as he does every day—drenched in the blood of a murdered creature but essentially nobody chose to notice the crimson splatter. Those that did notice, well, they didn’t even flinch.
Behind the butcher, sheep carcasses hung from large hooks in the window...their bulging lifeless eyes seemed to stare accusingly at the butcher’s back. He didn’t appear to notice. Essentially nobody noticed and those that did, well, they didn’t even flinch.
One of my recent OWS photos:
Freedom Cage™ for one
My OWS 8-month slideshow: