May Day, in the labor movement, is supposed to be the day that exploited workers celebrate liberation. On May 1, 1992, the board of directors of The Animals' Agenda magazine inadvertently gave Kim Bartlett and me something to celebrate, by firing me for rocking their political boats too much, and by imposing other conditions that obliged Kim to resign. This enabled us to leave that sinking ship, which Kim had been bailing out with little help from the board for six years. Within weeks we founded Animal People, our own protection newspaper-a faster, more flexible, more economical and above all more independent medium. We're still working the sixty to seventy hours a week we did at Animals'Agenda, and we're making even less money (I was never paid more than part-time wages even there). But we're reaching more people, reaching beyond the narrow animal rights movement audience to which we were formerly limited, and working conditions are infinitely better. Most importantly, at Animal People we answer only to our readers and our conscience, not to paid representatives of national groups with their own agendas. I am a journalist, not an activist, a point I emphasize many causes I have written about, among them not only protection but also child protection, environmental protection, human rights, occupational safety, and peace. However, I believe these causes are best served by honest coverage, not partisanship. Partisans have a place and value-and also a tendency to confuse cause with self-identity. My job as a journalist includes pointing out the distinction between the objectives of each cause and those of individual leaders and groups, an obvious source of friction. I was born in Oakland, California, and although I lived many places as a child, I spent more years in Berkeley than anywhere else. I remember looking up at the f~ade of the Berkeley High School auditorium when I was about five or six, picking out the words, Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set ye free. I was still pondering their meaning a decade later, in the mid-to-late 1960s, when I attended Berkeley High and broke into journalism as a fifteen-year-old cub reporter. I don't think rve lived a day since without asking, What is true? And what is free? At the Seventh Day Adventist academy I attended for a while in Santa Rosa, sixty miles north, they told me that the words on the ~de are attributed to Jesus and claimed he defined them as well. Others cite other gods, other idols, and other gospels, equally content to live by a single creed, whether it is religion, philosophy, or just the law. My own creed is more complex, including borrowed mottos
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