I Am the ALF 'Lone Wolf'
by Walter Bond
From Golden, Colorado
December 4, 2010
On April 30, 2010 at 3:30 am I burned the
Sheepskin Factory in Denver, Colorado to the ground. I did so strictly
following Animal Liberation Front (ALF) guidelines to harm no life while at
the same time maximizing damage to a business of animal exploitation. I used
the nickname 'Lone Wolf' in my communications to the media, even though I
knew that using such a moniker made my actions easier for the authorities to
link together. I did it for a specific reason that I will get to a little
later in this article, but for now, let me back up and explain how and why I
came to join the Animal Liberation Front.
My start in animal rights
began about 14 years ago. I would order pamphlets about vivisection,
veganism, factory farms, and other forms of animal abuse and put them on
windshields in parking lots and on community bulletin boards. I was very
zealous in wanting to educate people. Having worked building
slaughterhouses, I was certain that if everyone knew what I knew they would
all become vegan. After about a year of such flyering, I ended up having my
activism interrupted with a prison sentence for arson (that crime was not
animal rights-related, but also harmed no living being). During the 4 years
of my incarceration, I studied animal rights, biocentrism, philosophy, world
history, evolution, religion, mythology, law, social justice movements,
politics, sociology; anything I could get my hands on that was non-fiction.
Some people go to Penn State, I got my education at the State Pen.
any event, upon my release from prison and completion of parole, I moved
back to Denver, Colorado, the city where I had spent my teenage years. I had
a couple of close friends still kicking around the north suburbs, and also
had an aunt and some cousins there. By this time, it was 2003. I had by now
surmised that it wasn't a lack of education that allowed cruelty to animals
to continue, because animal rights activists had uncovered and publicized so
much video evidence of profound evil in vivisection labs, slaughterhouses,
and entertainment over the last three decades that the gore would gag a
maggot. Nor was it a problem of disseminating this information; with the
meteoric rise of the internet, anyone who wanted to know what happened to
their 'meal' could find out at the push of a button and click of the mouse.
I had talked with enough people by this point to see that deep down
inside not everyone is a caring vegan. Lots of people don't care at all for
animals, they just have cat and dog fetishes, or they care right up to the
point where you ask them to stop eating the dead carcasses of murdered
animals. I found many people far more outraged at the fact that I was
bringing the issues up than at the issues themselves. Apparently, if you
support death and slavery three times a day, thats not a problem, but if I
point that fact out, then I'm the asshole. I decided to turn my attention to
the animals themselves.
Much of that period of time I cannot detail,
since saving animals from death and torture is considered terrorism by the
United States government. But I will say this: when you take the risk to
save an animal from a horrible death and look into their eyes and see the
gratitude and love, it changes you. On that day you become a better person
and you once again know right from wrong with child-like simplicity.
Eventually being a social person, I began mingling with the local vegan
community. I was invited to a local meet-up, where I immediately felt out of
place. The local Denver vegan community had about as much diversity in it as
a Ku Klux Klan rally. I had been working part-time with an abolition animal
rights organization whose main focus were the promotion of veganism and
speaking out for farm animals , especially so-called 'free range' and 'cage
free'. As the night wore on,many of the trust fund-afarian and hypocrites
started to let their high and mighty opinions fly, due to the ridiculous
amounts of beer that they were ingesting. What ensued next was akin to some
creepy form of speed-dating where everyone went around in a circle and very
briefly introduced themselves, named their occupation, and told what they
did for animals. Never before or since have I witnessed such intellectual
When it was my turn, I mentioned my stand against 'free
range'; I was met instantly with eye rolls and rationalizations about it
being 'a step in the right direction' and 'Rome wasn't built in a day', even
'I'm vegan but I am so glad that meat-eaters now have a humane and
cruelty-free alternative'! My response was 'I can't believe I am listening
to a group of vegans promoting animal use'! After this, a huge argument
ensued and I left that meet-up determined to expose 'free range' and once
again educate everyone I could. Only this time with more zeal and vigor than
I began flyering all over Denver about 'free range'; thousands
of windshields all throughout downtown. I would flyer until my thumb and
fingers were blistered from lifting windshield wipers. I tabled at events
and talked with hundreds of people. I went to punk and hardcore concerts and
tried to recruit the youth. I began laying the groundwork for a group I
called V.F.L. (Vegan For Life); in short, I did everything in my power to
motivate and promote animal liberation, even at work. By this time I was a
bulk foods manager for a local health food store. I got 'VEGAN' tattooed
across my throat and talked with any customer that would approach me about
it, which was a lot of people in and of itself.
For a while, I had a
blog where I wrote articles and sought to revive and revise the vegan
hardline philosophy. However, the more I did, the more my frustration grew.
People that I talked to at tabling events would listen to all I had to say
about dairy cows being raped for their milk, their calves being turned into
veal, then the cows themselves being turned into burgers and leather. People
would stare back at me blankly and respond 'Man, I couldn't give up cheese,
dude. Cheese is so good'' I would go back to areas I had flyered only to
find half the flyers on the ground.
All the punk rock kids thought
it was okay to eat meat as long as it was out of a dumpster, and the
hardcore and straightedge kids were more into practicing dance moves and
playing video games than putting their back into their beliefs. I became
The few friends I had liked to talk about how righteous we
were for being vegan and how wrong the rest of the world was, blah, blah,
blah. I got burnt out on everything, I became as annoyed with pretentious
vegans as I was with anyone else. For a few months, all I did was work and
not do much of anything else. I was depressed because I felt marginalized
and ineffective; I began daydreaming at work about what I would do if I had
no fear, nothing to lose. I would be a member of that clandestine
underground, I would be an Animal Liberation Front operative. The more I
thought about it, the happier I became. Then one day while stalking the
potato chip isle at work, it hit me: there's no time like the present. I
quit my job and left my normal life in isle seven of a health food store.
The first thing I knew was that I would work alone. I had known and been
around many different local activists and there was not one of them I would
have considered up to the challenge. The next thing I knew was that I wanted
to go big. With the current government crackdown on any kind of effective
animal rights campaign, I might as well go for it. If they're gonna try to
catch me and call me a terrorist for breaking a McDonald's window, I might
as well think much bigger.
I picked the Sheepskin Factory in Denver
for two reasons. Primarily because they make a lot of money selling pelts
and fur, animals suffer and die so that people can have a fuzzy steering
wheel on soft cushion on a motorcycle seat. In my opinion, they are no
better than the Nazis that made hobbycraft items out of Jews.
Secondly, the place just looked flammable. I will never divulge how I did it
because its not important; where there's a will, there's a way.
After it was all said and done, I felt great! I had destroyed an animal
exploitation facility and I had cost the animal industry half a million
dollars. I used the name 'ALF Lone Wolf' in the media to convey to my ALF
brothers and sisters worldwide (whoever they are) the power of acting alone.
I wanted anyone that cares to know that one person can accomplish a lot.
Unfortunately, I was apprehended because of an informant; my deepest regret
is that I confided in this one person. But still the principle stands; all I
was tricked into doing was telling on myself and my entire 3-month campaign
cost me 150 bucks, and cost animal abusers three-quarters of a million
On February 11, 2011 I will be sentenced. Whatever sentence
is imposed will only be a third of my tribulations; I still have to face
charges in Utah. The US Attorneys want people to think That the Animal
Liberation Front, and me in particular, are terrorists. I am not a
terrorist, and the ALF is not a terrorist organization; actually, its not
even an organization. The ALF is any vegan or vegetarian that harms no life
and decides by illegal means to liberate animals and/or cause economic
damage to those that profit from animal use and abuse. Since our inception
in 1976, no animal or human has been harmed; quite the opposite. Thousands
of lives have been saved and thousands of animal abusers have been stopped.
A terrorist is a person or group that targets and kills innocent beings to
create panic and control by fear.
On April 30th, 3:30 in the
morning, my life changed. I got sick of seeing industries of death continue
unchallenged and I decided to do something drastic about it. I am proud that
I had the courage to act on behalf of those that cannot defend themselves. I
can look deep into my heart know that I did not fail them and I did all that
I could; and believe me, when you live in a cage that's all you wish for
someone to do. Animal liberation, whatever it may take!
Write Bond letters of prisoner support at:
Walter Bond #
PO Box 16700
Golden, CO 80402-6700
Walter Bond is
facing federal arson charges for his alleged role as an ALF operative known
as 'Lone Wolf'. 'Lone Wolf' took credit for three different arsons
throughout the Spring and Summer of 2010 in Denver and Salt Lake City: The
Skeepskin Factory, a store selling furs and pelts; Tandy Leather Store; and
Tiburon, a restaurant serving foie gras.
Walter's brother alerted the
FBI and the ATF about his suspicions that his brother, Walter, was behind
the attacks. While Walter was visiting Denver in July 2010, his brother
helped participate in a sting operation, allegedly wearing a wire and
helping procure audio evidence against Walter. Walter was arrested in Denver
and is now being held in the Jefferson County Jail in Golden, Colorado
Walter has been a dedicated animal rights activist
and anarchist for several decades and has struggled for animal liberation
and against a deadly and genocidal culture of drug abuse in the United
States. Walter was the subject of a song by the vegan straight edge band
Earth Crisis. The band's song 'To Ashes' was inspired by Bond's 1998 prison
sentence for arson. Bond was convicted of burning down a meth lab owned by a
drug dealer who was selling to his brother.