Closing A Fur Store
I was telling my friend this story the other day. He couldn’t stop laughing. This was back in 2006. We were campaigning against a fur store demanding their closure. There were regular protests outside the store on weekends.
The owner was a ridiculous character who would taunt activists, walk through banners, slap at protest signs, and demand that apathetic cops make arrests. He was a big guy, probably only 5'5" but heavyset. An imposing figure with a big mouth.
In addition to the protests, I was also sabotaging the business as often as possible. I'd spray paint the windows with anti fur slogans. Etch their windows with glass etching solution.
This one day in particular I rode my bike to the store to super glue the locks - it's quick and quiet and a costly repair. The business owner has to call a locksmith to drill open and replace the door locks.
Except it was the third day in a row I had shown up to do this.
I glue the lock and ready myself to bike off.
Unbeknownst to me, the owner was waiting inside with some other guy I hadn't seen before. They push open the door and run at me, screaming. I try to pedal away but my foot slips and the second guy grabs me.
I somehow break free and pedal away as fast as possible. Heart racing. I look behind me. The fur…
