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spacer kinship circle is an all-volunteer nonprofit focused in Animal Advocacy, Education and Disaster Rescue in the U.S. and abroad. We aid animals harmed in disasters and act for all who suffer at the hands of human greed and cruelty.

Brenda Shoss founded Kinship Circle in 1999 to advance animal protection and freedom via legislative, industry and cultural reforms. We conduct investigative research for action campaigns to stop cruelty and uphold animal laws. Kinship Circle also advocates knowledge as a pathway to change. We create literature on over 50 topics for use in humane education, student projects, presentations, letters, articles, press kits... To further educate, we produce movies that tackle tough topics — like animal research or animals viewed as property — from a well-reasoned and compelling perspective.

JUST THE FACTS PLEASE (movie at top of page), outlines tips to represent animals with reason and credibility, while expressing our core beliefs on animal use. This movie parallels our mission to pack words / alerts / movies / literature... with studies, stats, quotes and timely news. And to provide communication tools that influence decision-makers, plus ultimately convey: Animals don't exist merely so we can use them. They are individual beings with a basic moral right to immunity from slavery, torture, murder.


the story behind us  begins unremarkably, well over a decade ago, with an HBO special, a cat, a dog, lots of dance studios...and an uncommmon kind of mom.

by Brenda Shoss, founder and president, Kinship Circle — Unlike many activists, I am blessed with a family of big-mouth liberals who possess a basic intolerance for abuse of the innocent. As a teenager, my sister Cara quietly made the link between a once living creature and the pile of cartilage, bones, fat and flesh on her dinner plate. Thoroughly grossed out, she stopped eating chicken. It wasn't long before she gave up all meat, to become the first Shoss vegetarian.

But I was busy. Way too busy to notice. As a Northwestern University dance student and radio-TV-film major, I had pieces to choreograph and statements to film. The Holocaust was a recurring theme in my dance and video compositions. To document a survivor's story for a multi-media project, I visited the home of Magda Aronovitz and her husband every Friday evening for a month.

There I listened to the story of how Magda's husband, presumed dead after asphyxiation in the gas chamber, rode on a conveyer belt headed for the ovens. When another prisoner saw him flinch, he was pulled from the tangle of dead bodies. A downed human, he rose from the dead to see liberation. He and Magda settled in Skokie, Illinois.

Every Holocaust photo and story — from humans piled in cattle cars and bodies dissolved in acid pits...to burning, ravaged flesh and sunken eyes — found permanent residence in my mind. In my dreams, I was among them terrified, in pain, hopeless. I stitched a yellow Star of David on to my old blue pea coat, in silent testimony.

My sophomore year I choreographed and danced a solo called Chaiyah Shavour (the Hebrew words for Broken Lives). I'll never forget the sense of foreboding I felt as I leapt around the rim of the stage to escape my murderers. My anger and need to fix the sweeping injustice and horror inflicted upon 6 million innocent souls never left me. But it evolved. Today I see no difference between treating humans or animals as living trash.

Society has organized animals into convenient slots: This one for food. This one for fashion. This one for research. This one for entertainment. This one for companion. But every single animal wants to live freely, among his or her own kind. It took me awhile to reach this conclusion. Much as I hate to admit it, my mom got there first.

RIGHTEOUS GRANDMA
In 1989, while hospitalized for tests, Sammy Shoss literally died. My dad watched as her eyes rolled back and she slumped to the floor. Diagnosed with scleroderma, she experienced simultaneous pulmonary edema and heart failure. In seconds, technicians plugged her into the menagerie of wires and tubes that would sustain her for the next week. When she finally awoke, she saw her three daughters and husband. We explained what had happened, but it was as if she already knew. She told us: "Dead is dead. I saw no bright lights or dark passageways. I didn't bump into long lost relatives. There was only nothingness."

A rabbi told Sammy this event would irreversibly change her life. "How?" she wondered. Over the days on life support, she just prayed to live. Throughout her grueling rehabilitation, she prayed to live. "Money, education or travel no longer mattered," she says. "I realized that if all I wanted was my life, perhaps other creatures did too."

Death was my mother's catalyst. She pledged to never again be a source for the pain and suffering of another living being. She began to purchase cruelty-free cosmetics and household goods. She replaced jewels, furs and leather with animal-free togs and volunteered as a humane educator at area shelters. She eventually found her way to the St. Louis Animal Rights Team (START) where she realized the final hypocrisy — meat — would have to go. Today, she is a righteous grandma who leaves animal rights literature in gas stations, hotels and restaurants across the nation. As an educator, she weaves animal rights philosophy into her lessons.

Her fierce passion caught my dad off guard. A lifelong animal lover (he has this silly language to speak to dogs) he had no problem with the cruelty-free clothes and products...but no meat? Well, specifically, FISH. For a long time he clung to tuna as if it represented the last vestige of his autonomy. Many veggie burgers later, he realized he could survive without fish.

In 1996 my mother and father proudly carried the Missouri state banner in a national animal rights march to the U.S. capitol. "Everyone has a purpose. Animal rights is my heart. Now I know why I am here," my mom says.

Well that's just great mom, but could you quit preaching about it? As Sammy was evolving, I was once again busy. Too busy to notice. When she gave me a subscription to PETA's Animal Times for Chanukkah, I blew up. "Couldn't you just give me a nice little sweater?"

AN AWAKENING
Then it happened. My epiphany. Like all opinionated daughters of equally opinionated mothers, I had to journey to this place on my own. The unceremonious moment occurred in my living room as I restlessly channel-surfed. I landed on HBO merely because I saw some cute dogs on the screen. Little did I know that I had wandered into the now underground (HBO claims it doesn't exist, after corporate flack) To Love Or Kill: Man Versus Animal. Transfixed, I watched how Americans idolize their "pets," erecting cemeteries, sophisticated doggie cancer centers and kitty MRIs. I learned about pet-death grieving groups and therapists who counsel moody four-leggers. I saw how every storybook, toy and cartoon character a child first embraces is an animal.

Then came the KILL part of the documentary. Horrified, I watched how caged cats and dogs in the Asian meat market are skinned and boiled alive. I watched pigs cut apart in research labs and alert cows dismembered in slaughterhouses. I watched shackled elephants, ripped from the wild and battered bloody.

My world stopped. I clung to my Lhasa Apso, Stanley, and my orange tabby, Tikvah. For some reason, I looked into Stanley's eyes for an answer. What I found was a soul, endless and deep. All the tumult, pain, joy, courage and stamina of the animal kingdom spoke to me through this little creature's eyes. That night, long forgotten cries crushed my indifference. Billions of nameless deaths walked through my apartment. I was awake. I was alive. And my life would never be the same.

Sobbing, I ran to my freezer to confiscate the last remnants of tortured creatures. I was a mascara-mess when I knocked on my neighbors door. "Please take these meat products," I exclaimed. "Whatever," they said, and accepted a frozen chicken and few cans of tuna.

I don't mess around. I went straight to vegan. Full-throttle. Sometimes in life, you just know.

My mom experienced the ultimate I-told-you-so moment when I called her to announce: "I'm in! I'm an animal rights activist. Tell me what I need to do. There is no turning back."

By the following Saturday, I marched with my mom, dad and Stanley outside Washington University Medical School in an anti-vivisection protest. It felt good. Really good. Since then, I've crouched in cages, dangled Meat is Murder banners, stripped to my skivvies to protest fur, crossed police lines, dressed as a cow, a clown, a pig...and conducted enough media interviews to justify an agent. I've never felt humiliated or afraid — only empowered. My motivation is simple. Animals are not ours to own, exploit, abuse or kill. Oppression, slavery and murder are never right. For any reason.

I believe every activist should put his or her natural skills to work for the animals. To that end, Kinship Circle was formed. I am a writer. I've authored pop psychology columns, health stories, dance concert reviews...But my heart aches to write for the animals.

Watchdog warriors, armed with little more than a hidden camera and indomitable spirit, have exposed suffering inside factory farms, fur ranches, research labs, circuses, zoos, rodeos and puppy mills. Kinship Circle rallies voices worldwide in action campaigns that underscore evidence of abuse and persuade decision-makers inside courtrooms and board rooms. Intelligent words, relentless and unyielding, give animals a voice.

It's a lot of work. But I'm obsessed. And so are you, or you wouldn't have read this far. Our letters have convicted animal abusers with felony penalties. They've helped persuade Louisiana legislators to enact the Pet Evacuation Bill, after hurricane Katrina stranded an estimated 600,000 companion animals in the Gulf Coast.

They've liberated a few more animals from product-testing hell and urged city councils to ban traveling shows with elephants and other exotic animals... There is so much left to accomplish. To achieve legislative and ethical reforms for animals, we can never shut-up. Everyday we must...

bear witness. speak. demand. act.



we hear your cries
Inside airless stockades
Where metal bars define your earth
And frantic eyes gaze over an amputated beak
Unable to dust bath or flutter one wing
Infinite rows. An automated hum and absence of light.


we hear your cries
From crates that contain your nameless life
To a first and final walk down death's corridor
Into the blast of a bolt gun...
Even when you blink, pulled apart limb by limb.


we hear your cries
The moment you are born, ready to die
In concrete corners where you collapse
And await more blades, tubes, poison...
Each time your screams become data
Logged, analyzed, sold
Because you are a test, nothing more
A life taken in pieces, over and over.


we hear your cries
Every time 5,000 volts of electricity hits your flesh
When metal pipes, bullhooks, straps and spurs
Erase your memory of a mother's love and
Scrape away landscapes where you once roamed.


we hear your cries
As you search for one familiar face
A certain voice that made you live for kisses
The day you tremble in the arms of your killer
Still looking...
Your last tail wagged.
Your last purr heard.


we hear your cries
and we are coming.


By Brenda Shoss, Kinship Circle


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Kinship Circle works globally, with its main office in Saint Louis and volunteer staff across the U.S.

Kinship Circle
7380 Kingsbury Blvd.
Saint Louis, MO 63130

Brenda Shoss, Founder and President
Saint Louis, MO
info@kinshipcircle.org
314-795-2646

Kate Danaher, Social Media Director
San Rafael, CA
katedanaher@animalearthhuman.org
415-847-9748

Bonnie Morrison, Disaster Management Director / Batavia, OH
dancnfeet1@hotmail.com
513-797-1881
Ron Presley, Disaster Field Response Manager / Marietta, GA
ronpresley@hotmail.com
770-823-5867

Cheri Deatsch, Disaster Field Response Manager / New Orleans, LA
deatschlaw@hotmail.com
504-610-2999

Beth Schmidt, Disaster Field Response Manager / New Orleans, LA
bschmi@lsuhsc.edu
504-606-4997

Sister Michael Marie, Disaster Public Information-Staff Relations
Clarksburg, OH
sistermichaelmarie@gmail.com

Leigh Schmitt, Nonprofit Development Activities / Clarksville, TN
leighschmitt@bellsouth.net
Meg York, Event Photo-Video & HLS Campaign Aide
South Royalton, VT
margaretb.york@gmail.com

Nora Constance Marino, Esq., Kinship Circle Counsel
Great Neck, NY
Ncmlegal@aol.com
516-829-8399

Stephanie Zitzer, Information & Fundraising Coordination
Saint Louis, MO
stephaniezitzer@gmail.com

Graydon Ballard
Kinship Circle Board
Travel Logistics (presentations, conferences, disasters...)
Saint Louis, MO
spacer **ALL CONTACTS LISTED — except Brenda Shoss, founder, and Kate Danaher, social media — ARE VOLUNTEERS. Kinship Circle has no sustained funding, and thus, no paid staff. We appreciate your patience in response to inquiries and your understanding that we do not have resources to fulfill every request.
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Animal Advocacy  |  Education  |  Disaster Aid

info@kinshipcircle.org  •  KinshipCircle.org  •  KinshipCircle.org/disasters
314-795-2646  |  7380 Kingsbury Blvd  |  Saint Louis, MO 63130 USA

Kinship Circle is a nonprofit focused in: Animal Cruelty Investigation & Action, Humane Education, and Disaster Animal Response.
●  Federal 501c3 under U.S. IRS ruling, Public Charity Status: 170b1Avi
●  Tax Employee Identification Number (EIN) available upon request
●  Nonprofit Certificate of Incorporation, Charter: N00071626
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