Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Not in my Name

Was working hard yesterday reading McEwan's longlisted Saturday at the hairdessers. (Good reading spot apart from the fact that you have to keep blowing away the bits of hair that fall on the pages.) Anyway, the book is set on a single day - Saturday 15th February 2003, the day of the first huge demonstration against the Iraq with more than a million marching in London alone.

I was here, not there, or I would have marched.

A few weeks later, the war started and a second demonstration was held in London on another Saturday: 22nd March, a little smaller (just half a million marchers) and more subdued than the first. This time I was part of the crowd and this is the piece I wrote that day:

My placard is a piece of cardboard rescued from the bin in my sister's house. I haven't written anything profound on it, just ANGRY, BETRAYED. Which is how I feel. Only ANGRY doesn't do justice to this gnawing pain in my guts. INCENSED, would perhaps have been better.

A nice young man helps me to stick my homemade banner with brown parcel tape to a Socialist Worker banner saying STOP THE WAR. Though of course it can't be stopped now it's started, can it? Still it's important to stand up and be counted, to send the message around the world that there is opposition. (And what a joy it is to hear a BBC newscaster say later a propos of the march: "This is still a country deeply divided." The biggest wartime demonstration in this country ever.)

I buy a whistle and a pocket full of badges to give away to the kids: NOT IN MY NAME. Left wing newspapers and flyers are thrust into my hand.

This is my first demonstration. Ever. Middle-aged protest virgin. I'm self-conscious as I take my place behind the other marchers, expecting to feel out of place. But there's a real cross section of people in this march. Many marchers are elderly, some are kids with their parents. There's a real feeling of camaraderie, but the mood is sombre rather than defiant.

Helicopters from the television stations hover overhead. Reporters push among the crowd looking for photo opportunities.

The chanting picks up, and I gingerly join in as I manage to catch the words.

What do we want? Peace. When do we want it? Now. Peace now peace now peace now peacenowpeacenowpeacenow.

We start off late from Gower Street, move slowly down Shaftesbury Avenue, police lining the route. At Picadilly, another river of protesters joins us, moving from the South of the city.

Bush Blair USA. How many kids have you killed today?

It's a glorious spring day. I feel so blessed to be walking through this magnificent city in the sunshine. I'm proud to be among others who care enough about the state of the world to come from all over the country and march. And we're free to do so without the fear of being arrested for dissent against the government. (Believe me, you value this when you live in a country like Malaysia.)

Who let the dogs out? Bush Bush and Blair.

I start up a conversation with a woman named Roz who tells me that she is a veteran of all the marches. She's around my age, and so diminutive that I have to bend sideways to hear her over the noise of the whistles, sirens and chanting, not so easy with my unwieldy banner which has the wind billowing behind it. But I learn that Roz been protesting at Westminster all week, sitting in the road to stop the traffic. She fills me in on all the other protests and demonstrations around the country, and tells me about the thousands arrested in San Fransisco, including the a man who fell or was pushed from the Golden Gate bridge.

1-2-3-4 we don't want your bloody war.



Roz seems to think I'm doing quite well as a protester. Maybe I'll take it up more seriously.

5-6-7-8 stop the killing stop the hate.


We flood into Hyde Park. Thank goodness there are toilets and food stalls set up. I have an improvised picnic of fish cake and soggy chips on the grass and then join the crowd again to listen to speeches. One Welsh Labour MP who voted against Blair gives an eloquent speech about the dangers of American Imperialism. There's a moments silence and the Moslems in the crowd are asked to say the Al-Fateha prayer. Some of the speeches are shallow sloganeering though, and I was unhappy about the Palestinian issue being linked to this protest about war with Iraq so I decide not to stay till the end.

As I leave, I see a field of hands made by children from all over the country. Tiny banners made by drawing around their hands and cutting them out, then decorating them with peace messages. The sight of all those tiny hands and the heartfelt words on them has the tears pricking my eyes.

I trudge up to Bond street to take the tube home. My feet hurt like hell by now, but my heart is lightened.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

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Will drop by often and hope that you won't mind me linking your blog into mine.

Cheers!

bibliobibuli said...

Thanks Kyels, and you are welcome to link.

priya said...

I remember there was this supposed protest planned here, against the Iraq war if I'm not mistaken.

The few kopitiam-loud-mouths who gathered immediately dispersed when it started drizzling.

Kak Teh said...

I was there too. almost every other marches.

bibliobibuli said...

Priya - Let's not rewrite history! :-D

I wrote about the KL protest in my journal too:

In Sunday's newspaper we read that the demonstration outside the US Embassy had in fact taken place. It was entirely peaceful. Many of the protesters were Westerners. Many Americans. No political group hijacked the gathering. The police didn't arrest anyone and when the protesters were moved on after a couple of hours, they walked to KLCC (out Twin Towers) to continue the demonstration there.

Mahathir seems to have been impressed by how well behaved the protesters were ... and seems to be reconsidering the possibility of letting people protest in the streets on this issue. (I think he also got shamed by the footage of protestors across the globe. Good!)


Wow kak teh - you put me to shame - I think that if I were in London now I'd protest more often ... actually now I think of it, I did join a protest rally years before to protest about teachers' salaries.

Anonymous said...

Wonder if anyone asked the Iraq people if they'd prefer Saddam back on the saddle. Aftr all, not many if any protested when he was killing off the Kurds and just about every member of the opposition plus razing down a few villages here and there.
No, I'm not trying to be facetious - war is war; people die and we can't kid ourselves about the real purpose(s) of this war but still - has anyone asked the Iraqis and their marvellous women (who came out in droves to vote despite being warned not to do so)if they'd really prefer Saddam back?

bibliobibuli said...

The legality of the war was questionable. The UN was against it. The weapons inspectors told us they had no evidence of WMD (the reason fgiven for going to war)? The government, the British people ... in fact the world, were lied to. (And where were the WMD that we were told definitely existed?)

Enough cause to protest?

priya said...

Erm, I was referring to another protest actually =) Not as high profile as the US Embassy one, but I remember being 'rallied' up by some people I know, but I'm not sure if it was mentioned in the papers or not..

The REAL protest at KL was a good start, esp for Malaysia's track record =)

Pyewacket said...

Great story, Sharon! I'm waving my fist in the air as I type with the other hand!

Never been in a march myself, would if I were in the right place at the right time.

As a kid, I remember the utter terror of being caught in the path of a vigorous anti-Vietnam War protest. Ranks of hippies marching through the Reflecting Pool towards the Lincoln Memorial in DC, shouting 1-2-3-4, we don't want your fucking war! (The Yankee variation on that one) Police on big horses shoving people around. My mom must've been hysterical, trying to gather my sisters and me up and get us away safely.

Saras, I understand what you're saying. Personally, I think war is never an option, not any more. There must've been other ways to deal with Saddam. The US had no problem arming him and supporting him; surely we could've found a way to undermine and destroy him, w/o a war. Or is it always easier to invade a country than to remove a bad leader? I don't know.

Considering we Americans couldn't get rid of our own bad leader last election...any volunteers to invade America and take him prisoner? :-)

bibliobibuli said...

priya - I think we don't hear about all the protests ... and when theya re reported they ar always tucked away somewhere inside the newspaper ...

3rd chimp - happy to invade your country any time!