I'd done my share of protesting in the 60s and 70s and felt that younger people should be doing it in the 0ties. But this was one march I could not ignore. Travelled from home in Bristol and sstayed with BBC news producer daughter in Bethnal Green. She refused to join me on what...
I caught the bus from Kensal Rise to Oxford Street. There were coach loads of people going to the march. As I looked out of the bus window, an old guy wearing a turban on one of the coaches looked up and caught my eye. We smiled at one another. I signed 'peace' to...
I was living on a small Scottish Island at the time. The prospect of a war so many did not want, made me want to join those trying to avert it. First, I wrote an article published in The New Statesman, then I wrote a Statement to be delivered to 10 Downing Street on February...
I marched in London - there were so many people it was incredible. I remember trying to arrnage to meet up with a friend - no chance!...
In London, it was bitterly cold. The Stop the War march moved forward so slowly, people around me were losing body heat rapidly, despite dancing on the spot to the rhythm of the nearest band in the crowd. People had to leave the route and shiver their way into shops for a while...
I went with a friend from Christchurch Dorset, we got the train to London Waterloo and made our way to Great Russell Street. I can remember walking form Tottenham Court Road tube station and as we got closer to the start of the march thinking there wasn's a huge number of people about. We must have arrived...
The marches meant a lot to me and ultimately I was ashamed to have supported a government that was so ill-prepared to listen to its people. We thought we'd finally got the message across. The one event I remember above all was the French Foreign Minister, Dominique de Villepin addressing the United Nations security...
I was working until 4.30 that day and was unable to get the day off. Rather than not take part in what was clearly going to be a historic day I got a map of the route and decided to walk it on my own. I reached the starting point at 5.45 that evening,almost...
In the early weeks of 2003 I was becoming ever angrier that the Labour Government that I had helped to elect were seriously contemplating embarking on a war that would inevitably result in the death of tens of thousands of people. Not being the protesting type I channelled my anger into letters to MPs...
I marched in London. It was bitter cold but we felt the warmth of solidarity with each other & all those around the world who were opposing the war for oil. Bush & Blair were determined on war at any cost, but who knows what they would have done if we hadn't marched that...
