The day started full of hope, expectations and fear as I arrived at the meeting point in Chinatown. As people began to assemble the media started to wonder round talking to us and shoving cameras into our faces.

On the way to MAFF people where looking at us and I was running around handing out leaflets to onlookers who were curious. Tourists took photographs, traffic was stopped and people were asking us about the demonstration.

At one point in the demonstration somebody accidentally bumped into a drunkard vagrant and he responded by saying: "bloody chinks", I was shocked. Was I to go over and literally knock some sense into him or was I to reason with him? In the end I decided to concentrate on my role as a steward and keep up the high spirits of the demonstrators by chanting. I later discovered from one of my friends that a similarly incident happened whereby she heard an old women mutter something about the chinks getting in her way. It just shows how racism is deeply ingrained in the psyche of this nation.

When we arrived at MAFF we continued chanting and waited until Nick Brown MP came out to make a speech. The day ended with the crowd of demonstrators dispersing and returning home. Happy, at least temporally with the results. Until next time?

David

 

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