London, UK

London, UK

It could not happen could it?
An insane decision to invade Iraq, that would change the landscape of international relations in a way I did not want to imagine. A nation said NO – NOT IN OUR NAME and thousands took to the streets to protest, I was going to be one of them…

Everone was talking about it, and nobody I encountered was in favour of an unjust war that our country (UK) was rail roaded into by the USA. This was a strategy of domination, power, and greed and had very little to do with protecting and preserving humanity and making the world a safer place. The media, our politicians and war mongering fools stormed ahead with one of the most irresponsible and damaging political decisions in history, and they claimed it was in our interest, our name, NO!

Friends and family members had expressed their outrage and had wanted to join the protest in London, but in the end, uncertain of others’ arrangements, I travelled down alone, and joined a sea of people flooding the centre of London. The atmosphere was filled with an energy exuding from the collective efforts of ordinary people making an extraordinary plea for justice and good sense to prevail. Chanting slogans in unsion, and feeding off the comradery, our voices were carried through the air like lanterns of light and hope. This was the only place for me to be right now.  I didn’t know anyone, yet every person in sight was connected by a single detemined belief that the prospect of invading Iraq was wrong, PLAIN WRONG.

Had we done enough, would our voices be counted whilst our goverment prepared to unleash killing machines that did not discriminate against man, woman or child, against soldiers and civilians, agains human rights and human wrongs? Surely the magnitude of international protest could not be dismissed? Contemplating what may come, I travelled home to Holmfirth by train, carrying my placard with me; to be placed later it in my bedroom window for those passing by to be reminded for weeks to come. Noticing my placard passengers on the train asked about the protest, sharing their dissapointment at our government’s disregard for democracy, logic and fairness.

I wasn’t sure what impact my little effort had made, but I do know that I did not stand by and do nothing. I had the right to protest and I excercised that right, regardless of the wrongs my government under Tony Blair’s leadership pursued – I was there.

I pray for those that have perished through unjust wars and I pray for peace to prevail, in Iraq, in Afghanistam in Palestine and every other corner of the world where ordinary people are suffering from the decisions of mindless thugs, that instill terror in the hearts of civilians and…call themselves politicians. Shame on them!