Before he was sentenced by the judge that day, Walter Bond said this …
Statement to the court in Denver, Colorado, February 11, 2011
I’m here today because I burnt down the Sheepskin Factory in Glendale, CO, a business that sells pelts, furs and other dead Animal skins.
I know many people think I should feel remorse for what I’ve done. I guess this is the customary time where I’m suppose to grovel and beg for mercy. I assure you if that’s how I felt I would.
But, I am not sorry for anything I have done. Nor am I frightened by this court’s authority. Because any system of law that values the rights of the oppressor over the down trodden is an unjust system.
And though this court has real and actual power, I question its morality.
I doubt the court is interested in the precautions that I took to not harm any person or by-stander and even less concerned with the miserable lives that sheep, cows and mink had to endure, unto death, so that a Colorado business could profit from their confinement, enslavement, and murder. Continue reading
WALTER EDMUND BOND (37096013)
6/20/2014 7:53:09 AM
Re: A mis amigos en el mundo hispanico esta dedicado a Pablo Perez Arroyo
EL INCENDIARIO DE LA REVOLUCIÓN ANIMAL
Por Paula Ricciulli (http://issuu.com/cartelurbano/docs/edicion41/45#share)
A Walter Bond lo sentenciaron a diez años de prisión por incendiar fábricas de lana y pieles, en protesta por el maltrato a los animales. desde una cárcel en Marion (Illinois), insiste en que no se arrepiente de lo que hizo. Entrevistamos a este activista del frente de liberación animal.
Mr. Whirly, el profesor de kínder de Walter Bond, le dijo una vez a la mamá de éste: “Su hijo es un niño muy brillante, pero tiene problemas con la autoridad y eso le causará inconvenientes algún día”. Y así fue. Hoy, Bond cumple una sentencia de diez años por los cargos de incendio en segundo grado y ofensa criminal. Continue reading
I Am the ALF “Lone Wolf”
On April 30, 2010 at 3:30 am I burned the Sheepskin Factory in Denver, Colorado to the ground. I did so strictly following Animal Liberation Front (ALF) guidelines to harm no life while at the same time maximizing damage to a business of Animal exploitation. I used the nickname “Lone Wolf” in my communications to the media, even though I knew that using such a moniker made my actions easier for the authorities to link together. I did it for a specific reason that I will get to a little later in this article, but for now, let me back up and explain how and why I came to join the Animal Liberation Front. Continue reading
by Walter Bond
Since my arrest I have been asked a couple of questions frequently by supporters. The two most asked questions are, “What was it like being in the Animal Liberation Front / Underground?” and, “What’s it like to be in jail or prison?” In this article I will answer both of these questions to the best of my ability.
But first, I must admit certain experiences in life are initiatory and as such cannot truly be conveyed accurately through the medium of words. This has its good and bad points. For me, as an individual, I am very grateful that this is the case, for it has shown me that certain things are sacred and secret. I am reminded that sometimes word jugglery is simply inadequate no matter how elegantly stated. Continue reading
Do you think there will be a time when mankind stops relying on Animals?
I think there will come a time when humanity either stops using Animals’ dead bodies for food, research, clothing and all other reasons or humanity will reap the consequences of environmental destruction due in large part to Animal agriculture and industrialized civilization. In either event, it’s a certainty that Animals and the Earth will once again live free from human tyranny and exploitation. So the only real question is will our species ever wise up and become part of the ecosystem instead of a cancer to it? Currently it does not look like we will. We are nowhere near treating ourselves with respect, let alone Animals.
You have said a lot of times that you don’t regret the arson you caused. Why don’t you regret it?
I don’t regret my arsons first and foremost because they were justified. Animals lives are snuffed out by the billions every year because of human greed, gluttony, bloodlust and psychopathology. All I did was destroy some property. My arsons were in fact a meek and passive action in retaliation for all the innocent Animals that have died cruelly at the hands of human oppressors. It’s unfortunate that people are so easily focused on my response (arsons) to these atrocities, but not the Animals’ plight. This is because human society purposefully sets the context for these issues to be from the perspective of a business owner’s ability to profit from an Animal’s slavery and death and never from the perspective of what the Animals suffer because of human injustices. I think arson was a great way for me to address these problems. Continue reading
by Walter Bond
Hogs have been genetically tampered with for so long that we no longer know many of their natural attributes. We do know that in nature no hog is pink. That is a genetic modification because people like “light colored pork.” We also know that no hog in the wild gets up to 800 pounds which is a ridiculously obese size. Many times when I worked at IBP (Iowa Beef Producers, which is the largest producer of “pork” in the midwest and I am fairly certain in the nation) I would see hogs that were so unnaturally overweight that one or all of their limbs were crushed under the weight. In this essay I am going to go back to that chamber of horrors to better detail the suffering that thinking, feeling and sentient beings we know as pigs endure at the hands of speciesist human oppressors.
Early in the morning it starts, semi-loads of doomed pigs arrive at the slaughterhouse. They are packed in “assholes to elbows” as the drivers so succinctly put it. At least three hogs per truck will be deemed “unfit for human consumption” usually due to huge abscesses on their hind legs. This happens because a few hogs per trailer always get their rears stuck against the air hole grating. When this happens their hindquarters become horrifically blistered from a 30 hour ride in this condition. Imagine sitting on a school bus with no pants and a cheese grater for a seat. Upon arrival an IBP supervisor inspects the hogs. Any hogs that absolutely cannot be “used” get thrown out behind the facility to either die of exposure or to starve to death. It’s not uncommon to see drivers or IBP supervisors stabbing hogs in the hind legs with pocket knives to pop abscesses and continue with business as usual. The hogs then get filtered from the back of the trailers to the pen runs. This is a very temporary holding area where they wait to be killed. On the opposite side from the trailer docking is the “shoot.” All the hogs get forced into this single file death run made of tubular steel. Once inside the shoot they are on a death march, they cannot turn around and because of the steady flow of their doomed brethren being forced in behind them, they cannot stop. Hogs have the cognitive ability of a 5 year old child. They are very smart and very aware what’s happening. They tremor from fear, some are so frightened they lose control of their bodily functions. Others faint and get pushed along their bellies to death. In any event, there is no stopping. Continue reading