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DIGBY LORD JONES THOUGHTS FOR NOVEMBER...
It was Demo Alley.
As I left the House of Lords the other evening there were no cabs to hail, no cars to dodge. The streets had been cleared of the hatefully declared impedimenta of people going about their lawful business... to allow other people aka their arrogant accusers to go about their unlawful business.
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A curious state of affairs. Oh, but the new scourge of the streets were there aplenty… cyclists who think they own the entire planet – and behave accordingly. Dangerous, rude… not all of them of course, but enough to make life as a pedestrian fairly unpleasant at times and drivers needing to plug their ears against the abuse that emanates from the mouths of cyclists as they cross a red light again and then hurl insults at the motorists who (obviously wrongly) thought a cyclist would stop on red.
We have become used to (indeed tiresomely bored with) the Remoaners’ demos. The whole panoply was out there this time again around College Green (the place where the political telly outside broadcasts come from), from the bloke who’s allegedly paid and housed by members of the Remain Establishment to bellow disruptively whenever there’s a live transmission, to the EU flag wavers and slogan screamers. They might well present a noise pollution hazard, but they don’t encroach and are generally well-behaved.
We have equally become used to the Brexiteers, usually in a minority but no less vociferous for that. Some get in amongst the Remoaners but most edge further up towards the gates of the House of Commons to ply their trade. Their message tends to be the simple “Give us what we voted for”; in contrast with that of their opponents, one of whose more erudite & thoughtful offerings is the entirely undemocratic “Bullocks to Brexit” although what cattle farming has to do with any of this is beyond me (but then it’s also beyond me that a Political Party which makes its central policy to go against the democratic Will of the People & actually abolish
what even Parliament voted for, has the nerve to call itself both Liberal & Democrat!) Again these demonstrators are generally acting within the law & do not obstruct or impede.
But then my walk in search of a cab, along empty streets cordoned off by the Met, took me straight down the major part of Demo Alley. The naive, smelly, unlawful, obstructive, unstructured, love-in mess which calls itself Extinction Rebellion; so painfully middle-class it might just as well have been sponsored by Waitrose. (I swear I heard one vicar’s daughter ask another if she “still bought her smalls from Marks & Spencer”!)
Half-hour journeys take an hour; people miss interviews and appointments; stress levels and carbon emissions go through the roof. For what? So a retired teacher from Wiltshire can feel empowered by causing financial damage to our country and security worries because of the police numbers committed to the imposition.
My walk past (and partly through) this lot went on and on. Had the Met, out in amazingly large numbers (think of that cost to you and me in police overtime payments) closed the whole of London? Never once did I feel threatened, nor did I hear abusive or foul language, but I didn’t see much demonstrating going on either. Loads of tents, a small pop concert here (I joke not) and an impromptu game of footie there.
(That was clearly a nod to the proletariat’s game of choice since at another demo site the day before they’d been playing cricket!). But here were loads of people out for a good time revelling in cocking a snoot to Authority, doing something unlawful and getting away with it and feeling so bloody self-righteous that do-it-yourself-canonisation could not be ruled out.
It’s unlawful to obstruct the highway and to occupy land that doesn’t belong to you without the consent of the owner, but quite apart from that, it is downright hypocritical to campaign against those who either allegedly cause the threats to our planet or fail to legislate at once to make it all better by
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