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Power to the Creatures!

        whole  basis  of  that  movement  was  called  into  question  by  its
        intended  beneficiaries.  As  articulate  adults,  many  of  the  more
        thoughtful  spokesfauna  concluded  that  they  wanted  rights  beyond
        those accorded to human children, to wards of the state, to slaves or
        pets.  Their  premature  statements  alarmed  many  in  the  power
        structure, and public sympathy for the cause declined. Conservative
        religious groups, clinging to a humans-only theology, were quick to
        assign a diabolical origin to the demands for political rights. Those
        responsible  for  the  shameful  destruction  of  public  education  were
        afraid  their competence would  come under discomfiting  scrutiny  if
        the  highest  levels  of  animal  intelligence  and  academic  competence
        were acknowledged to be above those of the lowest human levels.”
          “So they should have kept quiet, biding their time? Is that  what
        you’re saying?” Ingrid asked, her face devoid of mockery.
          “Yes, he is,” said Bert. “I know he’s in charge, and we have to fall
        in  line,  but  I  think  it’s  damned  revisionism.  A  lot  of  people  were
        disillusioned when those visionaries were silenced. Those of us who
        supported that definitive position, including me, saw it as the moral
        high ground the animal rights movement should be occupying. I have
        since come around to a grudging acceptance of Karl’s strategy: work
        from the inside, take over the organizations legally and then promote
        our agenda. But if it doesn’t work, I know a lot of animals who will
        not take it lying down. There could be blood in the streets.”
          “Oh, that would be terrible!” Ingrid showed emotion for the first
        time.  Karl  realized  her  compassion  could  prove  a  weakness  in  the
        long run, but it had its uses.
          “Exactly,” he said soothingly. A true revolutionary leader had to be
        a charismatic salesman, and Karl was close to having Ingrid under his
        spell. He sensed she was not an infiltrator, and that her loyalty would
        not waver before she had carried out her mission.
          “Now, listen.” Karl fixed them all in his unblinking gaze, one at a
        time. “Bert and I are known activists. Any nomination we make from
        the  floor  would  arouse  the  suspicions  of  the  reactionaries.  That  is
        why  you,  Ingrid,  will  propose  that  Alison  be  added  to  the  new
        advisory  board.  Don’t  worry  about  a  second.  We  will  have  several
        supporters  planted  around  the  hall  ready  to  be  heard  above  any
        objections. Bert and I will immediately make a statement to the press
        that we are against Alison, that she is soft on the substantive issues of

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