I guess you’re wondering if I’ve heard anything from any of the players involved in the “meeting” I attended Wednesday night.
Grey2K is sorry, but had no control over the fundraiser that was held by the sanctuary. But they did send out an email yesterday letting folks know about other fundraisers and such being held in conjunction with their meetings.
The sanctuary said they held the meet-and-greet ahead of time because that’s the only way they can get people to attend the meetings. And I would have known that if I’d read their Facebook page.
HSUS asked me what I thought, so I told them. I am not convinced they were really interested, but I told them just the same.
I may be a thorn in their side, but this is a SERIOUS problem. I’m far from the only one feeling disenfranchised. That means many who would do more, don’t, because they don’t feel welcome or wanted. But animals can’t go to Lobby Days or write letters to elected officials on their own behalf. So we’re going to have to go for them. And we’re going to have to insist on being heard.
As for those of you who are reading this blog because you’re pissed off at what I’ve said about you, let me tell you about my world.
I live in a high-crime neighborhood. I don’t live here because I especially like it, but this area was the the only one where I could find a place to rent and keep Rumpy. I was turned down at other places because of his breed.
Almost everyone in my neighborhood has at least one dog. One neighbor, a young fella, has an older dog who is almost blind and has significant health problems. He loves that dog dearly, and walks him every day.
A neighbor down the street manages the homeless cat population. We’ve talked about TNR; she was already gearing up to make that happen as soon as the weather warms up. I’ve offered to help.
When I walk Rumpy, people stop and say hello, mostly to him, but also to me. I’ve met some amazing people here through Rumpy, from the older man who drives around with his own dog, to the skateboarding kids who practice nearby. Even some of the homeless people stop and say hi to Rumpy.
Imagine what could happen if those people could be convinced to write thoughtful letters to their elected officials. They’re not going to drive an hour away to attend your little meet-and-greets, but they will talk to me. THAT is where activism happens. And THAT is why you need people like me at the table.
This idea that those of us who aren’t of the well-heeled set are “crazies,” has to end. To be clear, the crazies do exist. They’re the ones that make death threats against hunters, hoard animals, and pull other ridiculous stunts. But we’re not all crazies. And we deserve to have a seat at the table, so we can end the underground support network these crazies have. The deep-pocket donors aren’t going to stop that shit. It’s people in my neck of the woods that are needed to make that happen.
So, ready to work with us yet?