Well, we shall see what happens tomorrow, although I would caution you to take what you read with a pinch of salt. The cameras will be looking for photo opportunities. The smallest piece of violence will be blown out of all proportion and I suspect there’ll have been more crime in your local town centre on Sunday night than in London on May day lunch time.
Apparently Nike Town is staying closed all day. That’s some kind of victory. One thing that has caught my notice is the number of pro-anti-capitalism articles in the press over the last few days, implying there’s a backlash not just against the violent tossers but against the month long scare campaign which has a friend of mine going to work in jeans to avoid being targeted by anarchists.
I picked up the Evening Standard just to see what kind of bullshit they were pushing and yes, the first three pages were classic media bollocks, but then on the comment pages there’s this piece of remarkable clarity from one Noreena Hertz…
If I were to take a stab at describing the defining characteristics that are shared by those who tomorrow will gather in Mayfair to build cardboard hotels, the peaceniks at Victoria Embankment gardens, the bike riders who’ll travel from Marylebone to King’s Cross, the people who will protest against the World Bank, I would say this: that we are witnessing the emergence of a movement that seeks to counter the globalisation of greed with a globalisation of concern. Rather than an “anti” movement, we are witnessing the emergence of a movement that is decidedly “pro” - pro-justice, pro-democracy and pro-equity. It chooses to act outside traditional political channels because its members feel that mainstream politicians will not even admit that a problem exists.
When good old Red Ken Livingstone condemns the protestors because they haven’t told the police what route they’ll be taking for their “march” he misses the point. I went on an NUS march in 1995 and saw it for what it was - a total farce that would achieve nothing. I went on Reclaim The Streets in Birmingham in 1998 and felt I might be involved in something that could make a difference.
I’m getting really fucking pissed off that the ideologies I have great sympathies for are being demonised and denigrated by those who exist to maintain the status quo. One person wrote some anti-war graffiti on the Cenotaph last year. What’s that got to do with a sense of unease about the encroachment of global capitalism….
Ah, time for bed.