We lived in Bedfordshire at the time, but were staying in Oxford because my husband's father was very ill - in fact, he died on 27th February. We had both intended to march but in the event John had to stay at home to look after his elderly parents. They both agreed very strongly...
Buses were organised from Gandia, an hour from Valencia, and just as well because the trains were so packed from that first station that anyone after that couldn´t get onto the train. We walked towards Plaza San Augustine, the meeting point for the march, everyone walking fast in the same direction , the road...
It was the day after Valentine's. At the time I felt quite positive because Hans B had just spoken out so strongly about the absence of WMD. I thought of having a placard that said 'Hans B jag alskar dig' (= Hans B I love you' in my poor Swedish) but I'd traveled...
On 15 Febraury 2003, I arrived in Baghdad, Iraq, in a Peace Convoy, in order to try and stop the war. The night before we had been held up on the Syria/Iraq border for 12 hours while the Iraqis tried to decide what to do with all the cameras/journalists/sat phoneson the buses! That meant...
I've only marched twice in my life. The first was an anti Nazi League March when I was about 13. I went because friends did, and although I believed in the cause, the day scared me. 10 years later, in 2003, I marched against the war in Iraq in London. A totally different experience! Nobody...
I travelled down by coach from Manchester to London with several friends. I will never forget the awesome silence of that day. Due in part the soberness of our mood as we feared the warmongers had already made THEIR decision, but also to the fact of a city brought to a complete standstill. We didn't...
Feb 15, 03 — I had committed myself to going to Iraq as a Human Shield. We were an international group of activists protesting the war by going to Iraq and living on civilian infrastructure sites to try and protect them from being bombed, just by the publicity of our being there. I was...
I marched through the city of Sydney - I joined the rally at Hyde Park and we marched we chanted we sang - it was a peaceful yet passionate protest. My son who was 15 at the time marched and was thrown into a paddy wagon, witnessed police brutality with some of the young...
I was only 8 years old on February 15, 2003, but I still remember the passion leading up to the event, and the residual tension afterwards. Truly mind-blowing in scale, with a universal empathy running through the veins of everyone involved, it was a day to remember. Had I been older I would have loved...
I was 57 at the time and had never protested before in my life. I had seen for myself the results of American Foreign policy in Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam and had travelled briefly through Cambodia in 1969 during the Vietnam War. On February 15 2003 I marched in London and to my amazement...
