Protests: a load of sound and fury signifying nothing

The strangest thing about yesterday’s protest was the lack of cameras. I went up to whitehall yesterday afternoon: I had seen talk of a protest up there online on friday, and yesterday the reports on the web looked promising. The odd thing was, though, that there was absolutely nothing about it on the bbc; the only news channel covering it was RT. That made me wonder just how big the protest really was, so I decided to go there myself. After all, I’m always up for an anti-tory action.

When I got there I must admit I felt mildly disappointed. I was expecting – hoping – to see thousands of angry men and women beying for CaMoron’s blood; instead, two to three hundred people were gathered quite peacefully and merrily, singing and dancing, obeying the rules while the police looked on like parents watching toddlers. It was all very British and civilised.

There was no doubting the protesters’ anger, of course, but I couldn’t help wondering what, if anything, it would achieve. Sooner or later it would disperse, everyone would go home and the cops would reopen whitehall. Given the lack of media coverage the whole thing would go largely unnoticed, and CaMoron would remain in office. In other words, it had absolutely no chance of achieving it’s aim: it was a load of sound and fury signifying nothing, and I didn’t see the point. It allowed people to release their anger in a peaceful, harmless way, but at the end of the day, the cause of that anger would still be there. The protesters would tell themselves that they have done something, and contentedly go back to accepting the rule of a party now responsible for crimes against humanity.

If you ask me, we need to be a lot more angry and a lot more direct. Of course, I’m not advocating violence, but we need to do something bigger and bolder to get noticed – how else can we get these insults to humanity booted from office? For a start, that protest yesterday should have been much much bigger: thousands, not hundreds. We then need a general strike: bring the country to it’s knees; halt production and public transport at least. That is the only way for them to register how angry we are.

But of course we all know that none of that will happen. We’ll just tell ourselves to calm down and accept it, and wait for the next election – a task made all the more easy when the media keep telling us everything is okay. In the meantime, disabled people will continue to die, public services will continue to be sold off, and the tories will continue to remake the country in their greed-driven image. But hey, that’ll be okay as long as a few of us can go wave banners around in whitehall every now and then.

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