FINALLY, finally, it seemed the MSM had been shamed into covering yesterday’s latest and biggest by far anti-lockdown protest. So I thought last night. Some of them had reports online. Here in the Standard, in the Mail, and in the Telegraph. But the next morning I leafed through the print editions in disbelief. Forget a front page story, they hadn’t made it to any page. Shame on them.
Meanwhile only a broadcaster as skilled as the BBC in fake news and misleading reporting could have achieved its ‘box ticked’ (non) coverage of this massive rally. As I began writing this piece, it speciously reported online on ‘thousands of demonstrators marching through London in a day of protests‘ making no mention of the main one, and the only one of real news interest: the anti-lockdown, anti-vaccine pro-freedom march; cleverly burying this huge march under other far smaller and less notable ones. By the time of filing, even that story had disappeared off the main section of that page, thanks no doubt to the good excuse of Hancock’s resignation.
A couple of weeks ago I said GB News’s first test was whether they’d cover the anti lockdown pro freedom rally. They failed.
Yesterday’s march was much the biggest so far. Richard Tice sent up a helicopter to count the numbers – so that it couldn’t be argued about or diminished. You can see some of the aerial shots here:
By midday as I arrived thousands of people were descending on the Marble Arch Speakers’ Corner end of Hyde Park. Music played, loudspeakers blared and the atmosphere was full-on party time. Only the policemen scowled from behind their compulsory masks. What a humourless lot – not one responded to my friendly greetings or to my suggesting they could and should shed their face nappies.
By 12.30 you could barely move. We began to shuffle towards North Carriage Drive and then over into Bayswater to follow the march down toward Oxford Street.
It was good-humoured, full of laughter, real fun and very British – it does help that a defining feature of dissenters is that they like people. Loudspeakers blaring, music rocking.
But it was the posters that told the story of day – of parents’ determination to protect their children:
of children speaking out for their families and the right to treatment:
and also for themselves:
Families were very much to the fore.
I saw one family with four children in tow, all firmly grasping the next one’s hand. I missed my chance of a shot.
There was much humour. Mostly at arch-hypocrite Hancock’s expense. His proclivities, extremities and hypocrisies gave us lots of laughs that unfortunately TCW propriety doesn’t allow me to publish. But ‘Hands, Face, Disgrace’ is one gag I can share that sums the man up.
It was slow moving down Oxford Street – my guess was that it was a solid block of people all the way to Oxford Circus in front and all the way back to Speakers’ Corner behind. We met new crowds coming from its east end at Oxford Circus where police siphoned us off down Regent Street. A woman sporting the message ‘I hope I am wrong’ over ‘Resist the New World Order’ caught my eye. I thought she spoke for pretty much every member of the crowd.
A group of us peeled off for a drink at the Sherlock Holmes and to watch the crowds continuing on by. There we met new friends and allies.
I managed to grab this pic before a whopping great union jack floated in front of it. It says it all for me – the man who calls himself PM is the biggest political scariant of all.
The wonderful Westminster Morris dancers who were out defying the ridiculous lockdown dancing rules treated Laurence Fox to a special performance. They need new recruits, they told me: ‘Come and try it, or you’ll never know what you’re missing’! Here is who to write to if you are inspired to keep this English tradition alive. Here is their YouTube site, too.
Then it was on to the final stretch down Northumberland Avenue (why didn’t they let us go down Whitehall?) along the Embankment by Portcullis House, Westminster Bridge Road and into Parliament square.
Those nimbler on their feet than me took off for the grand finale at Downing Street where the Reclaim Party lobbed tennis balls over the firmly closed iron gates to tell the political elite just what we all think of them, all while crying ‘shame on you’.
Recorded for history, I leave you on a high note with this, Laurence Fox, mounted on high above the teaming crowd with loud hailer directed over the closed and policed iron gates of Downing Street. Here he is in full Shakespearean mode, calling out our one rule for them, another for us, political elite.
The moral force was with him – and the crowd knew it. It was a great day and I felt proud to be British again; there are plenty of good Britons of all backgrounds to resist the tyranny and back him. As I walked home, for the first time in a long time I felt a smidgen of hope.
Cry God for Lozza, England and St George!
Updated 18.00 hours, 27.6.2020