In LOVE with Humanity
A tribute to some of humanity’s greatest Heroes; 153 men & women who have chosen, via their brave words &/or noble deeds, to reflect the deeper Greatness residing within us all
A tribute to some of humanity’s greatest Heroes; 153 men & women who have chosen, via their brave words &/or noble deeds, to reflect the deeper Greatness residing within us all
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Hero #069: Jill Phipps<br />
Born in 1964, Jill Phipps became a British animal rights activist at the early age of<br />
11, when she joined her mother's active campaigning against the fur trade. After herself<br />
adopting a plant-based diet, Phipps persuaded the rest of her family to join her. By her<br />
late teens she had joined the Eastern Animal Liberation League, a group affiliated to the<br />
Animal Liberation Front. Thereafter, a local campaign in Coventry supported by Phipps<br />
and her mother succeeded in closing down a local fur shop and a local fur farm as well.<br />
Jill continued actively advocating the rights of animals even after the birth of her son<br />
(who she raised as a single mother), and later -- in January of 1995 (one month before her<br />
death), she walked almost 100 miles from Coventry to Westminster to protest the use of<br />
Coventry Airport for the export of veal calves.<br />
And so it was that on February 1st of 1995, Phipps was one of 35 protesters at that<br />
airport, and she was one of ten protesters who broke through police lines and tried to<br />
bring a lorry carrying veal calves to a halt by sitting in the road. The lorry refused to stop,<br />
and Phipps was crushed to death beneath the lorry's wheels. Veal calf exports from<br />
Coventry Airport ended months later, and the level of protest after Jill's ultimate sacrifice<br />
was so extreme that several local councils and a local harbor board banned live exports<br />
from their localities as well.<br />
―The best way I can illustrate [Jill]<br />
is to recount a little story that she<br />
recorded in her diaries. She was out in<br />
the Swanswell Park when she came<br />
across a man throwing stones at the<br />
swans there. She dived into action and<br />
stopped him but he still continued to<br />
lurk around the park. She rang the<br />
police - not surprisingly, they did<br />
nothing. What Jill did next goes to the<br />
heart of what I want to convey about<br />
her -- she went home and got a<br />
baseball bat and went back to the park<br />
where she carried out a 3 hour vigil.<br />
Here she was this slim-built dreadlocked<br />
punky princess patrolling up<br />
and down the pond, alone in the dark,<br />
armed <strong>with</strong> a baseball bat, protecting<br />
the swans.‖ ~ via John Curtin<br />
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