Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.
--George Jackson


Rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number—
Shake our chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.
--Percy Bysshe Shelley



First, let me point out that there are a number of excellent anti-trapping websites out there, such as:


Trap Free New Mexico

Sierra Club Rio Grande Chapter - Reform Trapping

Wild Earth Guardians – Abolishing Federal Wildlife Killing 

 
If trapping is ever banned on public lands, I know that these are the hardworking and dedicated people who will have made that goal a reality. But until then countless animals, both wild and domestic, continue to suffer and die. Unless enough people participate ("in unvanquishable number"), direct action won't make much of a dent in this massive carnage, but it does create a certain satisfaction in the activist and, as the little boy said about the starfish, "It matters to that one."
 

So this website was created to fill a void left by the other websites. It is a collection of articles, letters, and poems ranging from the mid 20th century to the present.

 

May it inspire you!

 


 
And speaking of inspiration, the name of this website was inspired by words written by my favorite author, the crystal-clear-sighted Derrick Jensen, in his book A Language Older Than Words. As follows (bold emphasis mine): 

There are times the lies get to me, times I weary of battering myself against the obstacles of denial, hatred, fear-induced stupidity, and greed, times I want to curl up and fall into the problem, let it sweep me away as it so obviously sweeps away so many others. I remember a spring day a few years ago, a spring day much like this one, only a little more sun, and warmer. I sat on this same couch and looked out this same window at the same ponderosa pine.

            I was frightened, and lonely. Frightened of a future that looks dark, and darker with each passing species, and lonely because for every person actively trying to shut down the timber industry, stop abuse, or otherwise bring about a sustainable and sane way of living, there are thousands who are helping along this not-so-slow train to oblivion. I began to cry.

            The tears stopped soon enough. I realized we are not so outnumbered. We are not outnumbered at all. I looked closely, and saw one blade of wild grass, and another. I saw the sun reflecting bright off the needles of pine trees, and I heard the hum of flies. I saw ants walking single file through the dust, and a spider crawling toward the corner of the ceiling. I knew in that moment, as I’ve known ever since, that it is no longer possible to be lonely, that every creature on earth is pulling in the direction of life—every grasshopper, every struggling salmon, every unhatched chick, every cell of every blue whale—and it is only our own fear that sets us apart. All humans, too, are struggling to be sane, struggling to live in harmony with our surroundings, but it’s really hard to let go. And so we lie, destroy, rape, murder, experiment, and extirpate, all to control this wildly uncontrollable symphony, and failing that, to destroy it.

 

If, after perusing this website, you get the idea that Pulling For Life has a double meaning, I'm sure it's purely coincidental...