What Mattered

It didn’t matter that we were tired, cold, hungry, few...sometimes angry, impatient, laughed at, ignored, not heard, not acknowledged, brushed off...against the tide, in for the long haul, a footnote in history, anonymous...amongst the sights, sounds, and smells of victims’ bodies being eaten before our eyes...or ignorant of whether, after all we do as activists, specieism will fall within our lifetimes.

What mattered was we were there.