around the fur
i eat at this indian joint compulsively. it’s good enough to warrant putting up with the cacophony across the street - a mob of super weird animal rights activists, screaming at the top of their lungs in front of the last fur shop in town. sure, they give me bad looks for joining in the chants as i walk by in my faux-leather jacket - “forty dead animals! one fur coat!” etc (it actually takes 55+) - but regardless of politics or my own views (i eat whale and haggis), i have immediate love for any people willing to be that loud for that long, that regularly … especially for a sensible cause. and i’m talking blood-curdling, “call 911 because someone is being raped by banshees” type screaming.
at the university, we occasionally get equally loud crazy people, and there is really nothing you can do about it - oregon has no laws about “disturbing the peace”, and so long as no form of amplification is used the police are okay with that. but the anti-fur mob is really something on another level. they are intimidating - such that a judge actually denounced the protests as elder abuse and had restraining orders put on the louder protesters.
but even without words, they are really succeeding in getting their point across.
