I travelled from Kent to London by train with my friend Rob. I desperately wanted to add my voice to the anti-war movement – I hated the idea that the rest of the world might think British people were supporting the war. I’D made a banner saying ‘NOT IN MY NAME!’ and took enough food to feed many (I was expecting to get kettled at some point – and indeed was). Many of the banners that day said ‘Blair Liar’ with an unflatering photo of Tony Blair. It made a great chant too and there was constant rumble of’ ‘BOO’ outside Downing street when we marched past.
I found the day of action really liberating. I felt empowered and got really emotional at times, seeing people from all walks of life coming together to show their disgust at such an injust war.
There were people everywhere, teeming down streets in all directions. Once the main rally had finished we headed to Trafalgar Square and I remember taking off my shoes and rolling up my trousers so I could wade through the freezing cold water in the fountain pool to sit on the plinth in the centre. I remember not wanting to leave- it was one of those rare moments where I felt that there is hope for humans – we do have the capacity for compassion and integrity, we just don’t seem to demand these traits loudly enough from our leaders.
The global events that day sent a powerful message to the world. They also taught me that I was not alone in my disgust at the unnecessary and unjust war.
People give their power away to politicians and the state- they only retain that power because we allow them to. We allow them to decide what is right or wrong, to keep us safe and to educate our children. We can take that power back- if we choose. We ARE MANY!