Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
When I rolled over in my bed one morning 10 years ago, I didn’t see this coming. It was summer and I was done with school for the moment. Aside from, ‘What am I going to do with the rest of my life?’, my thought was ‘What’s there to eat?’
In passing, I’d met a vegetarian and it weighed heavily on my mind, ‘How did they make it work?’ I’d tried being vegetarian when I was around 11 or 12. It didn’t stick then, but it was something I couldn’t shake.
I debated going this morning. I’d been invited to a few protests and encouraged to leaflet in the last year or so. ‘Not my thing,’ I said with a shrug…if I even bothered giving a reason at all. If not an activist, with all the stigma it denotes, it’s up my alley to be a bystander, to chronicle events from the sideline.
With my camera in tow, and a beach towel, I told myself I was going to take a few photos and maybe lounge on the beach of Coney Island. Approaching, I snapped a few pictures, but before I knew it, I was asking for a sign.
Organized by Mercy for Animals, the peaceful assembly was to raise awareness about the plight of farmed animals in response to Nathan’s hot dog eating contest.
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