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…