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the police are
G20 Meltdown, Financial
Fools day, april 1st 2009
clearly provoking
I jump excitedly off the train at Liverpool
to be about to tighten up the line and
peaceful protestors
Street, heart beating to the drums I
restrict movement of protestors so
can almost hear pulsing chaotically in
I duck in between the two officers
by playing the the distance. Its 11.45am and the four
furthest apart to find myself amongst
game of ‘separate
protest groups lead by carnival style
a relatively large group of teenagers
horsemen (who had started from 4
hanging around the sidelines. They’re
and control’.
separate points around the city at 11am)
all dressed in black, with black masks
will probably have converged on the
and hoods up. As they linger to my right
why can’t they
Bank of England by now. As I reach
I look left towards the Bank of England
the entry point to Threadneedle street
& see Chris Knight on the steps in front
just leave us alone
there are several policemen blocking
of a line of Police officers. He’s speaking
vehicles from entering the road. I cross
and let us legally
passionately through a megaphone
the street and slip around their edges
as an effigy of banker Fred Goodwin,
protest instead of
just in case they try and stop me under
swings ominously from a nearby
the new ‘anti-terrorist’, ‘stop & search
lamp-post, a noose around his neck.
provoking us into
laws’ which are routinely misused by
Thousands of protestors fill the square
police officers to further assert “police
and the feeling of unity is electrifying!
anger with them by
authority”. As I near the Bank of England
I feel my heart pulsing passionately. I
I can hear the masses roar. It sounds
splitting us up and
look up to see a banner being displayed
like a tidal wave crashing into the city!
by some people standing on a wall,
pushing us around?
Ahead, I see a line of policemen and
‘Capitalism isn’t working, another
women with their backs to me, forming
world is possible.’ A wave of emotion
a barrier across the road. They seem
washes over me, then just as I look back
avantoure
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homo ludens
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