While I definitely consider myself an activist — on behalf of animals, the planet and people — it’s rare you’ll find me marching or rallying. I don’t know why that is exactly. I participated in the March for Women’s Lives in Washington, D.C., in April 2004 and the Rally to Restore Sanity, also in D.C., in October 2010, but that’s the extent I can recollect. I walk for farm animals with Farm Sanctuary, raising money to support their life-saving work, but there ends my poster toting and chant reciting.
My brand of activism falls more along the lines of practicing what I preach (living and breathing vegan) and disseminating the vegan message far and wide. Be it via what I’m wearing/carrying (“This? It’s Jil Milan, a swank vegan handbag brand!”), what/where I’m eating (“When you visit NYC, you must dine at Candle 79! Blossom on 9th Avenue! Pure Food & Wine!”) or what I’m writing — actual articles or otherwise (think social posts featuring #govegan and the like).
Then the People’s Climate March materialized. Though I hadn’t given it much thought before a few weeks ago, I knew for a fact that what the mass gathering would demand is more reasonable people touting the truth about animal agriculture. Given it’s responsible for the majority of our earth’s crises (think greenhouse gases, ocean dead zones, wildlife extinction, deforestation, water waste, air pollution, global hunger, etc.) while the majority of people (self-proclaimed environmentalists included) eat meat, dairy and eggs (or even “just” dairy and eggs), the vegans have an obligation — indeed a duty — to speak up. So I signed on to participate, chants and all.