As pigs are delivered to Farmer John, activists offer water and comfort to the doomed

Maya Benperlas stood in the middle of busy Vernon Avenue on a chilly Sunday night as a big rig hauling pigs slowed to a halt just outside the gates of Farmer John.

Her hand shot into the air and she flashed a peace sign.

“Two minutes!” Benperlas shouted. “Two minutes!”

The 18-wheeler’s driver listlessly…