I marched against the war in Iraq because I knew thousands of innocent lives would be lost. It would start a spiral of destruction ....
This was my first real demonstration. Going to war was clearly the wrong thing to consider doing. History tells us we were right. The numbers in London were mind boggling. Just a shame the government did not listen. Democracy in action? Not from where I stood...
I met all my friends, marched against the war and then went to the Stags Head. It was like a mini reunion. Everyone turned up....
I joined a coach in Oxford City centre and soon made firm friends with Rachel in the next seat, we spent the whole march together. I remember the amazing feeling of shared conviction and determination, the music and texting friends on other parts of the march. I met up with a dear friend...
Hundreds of Shetlanders marched around Lerwick, Scotland's most northerly town, shouting 'Not in our Name'. It was a beautiful day and the demonstration was full of families. We were optimist. We felt our voices counted. We thought our options mattered. The lasses ran ahead playing and singing and I carried our son in...
I was 15, I had never considered doing anything like it before. I made posters in my art class and joined a coach of people from my small town. I have never see so many people together in one place. As far as you could see in every direction. It was powerful, emotional, colourful, it was...
It was the first march I had ever attended. The first of many. It was bitterly cold but spirits were incredibly high, hopeful, joyful. There was a tremendous sense of togetherness, determination to do the right thing no matter how physically testing. A sense of being on the edge of a breakthrough; that...
