On the train pulling into London Victoria, the atmosphere felt strangely eerie; our group knew to expect a heavy police presence that day.
The UK State Ministry for Propaganda, had made it clear that anyone attempting to come to London to protest against the Police State we now live in, would be arrested and fined on the spot.
Our group split up into pairs leaving the train and casually slipped past four officers that seemed more interested in the train about to pull into the platform next to us. No doubt the police had received a call from an informer, or ‘Kapo’, as I like to call them, identifying a group of people making their way into London to protest like us.
Kapo’s, were themselves prisoners in concentration camps run by the Nazis during the latter half of WW2. Their role was to work for their enslavers for extra ‘privileges’ by helping the Nazis to minimize costs by allowing camps to function with fewer SS personnel. Therefore, calling such individuals, that are openly supportive, and actively assisting those that have in effect imprisoned us, would seem a despicably ugly, but perfectly accurate title.
Hyde Park
Milling around Hyde Park on that cool but clear Saturday, you’d be forgiven for thinking it was like any other weekend before this travesty was brought down around us. Couples drank coffee walked and held hands, children played and joggers weaved around them all. I did not fail to notice the sheer number of people seemingly oblivious to one another, and the distinct lack of face-muzzles; and there was a curious buzz in the air as if something was about to happen.
At Speakers Corner a large police presence made itself known with fifteen vans in a line, with other officers milling around in groups; it was a statement from them and obvious they were expecting us. They had planned to quash our demonstration immediately with instant police numbers.
As the time for the march to start drew near, the maps were checked, routes once again scrutinized as we prepared for zero hour. Bang on time the signal to start was triggered and people started to move. A couple of our people in the park immediately began shouting to get going and move to the start point. It then became strikingly obvious, that practically the entirety of Hyde Park were in fact there for the march! Within minutes and after a quick rousing blast on a megaphone, a huge cheer of approval went up, we had quickly gathered together in the hundreds and started to move. The few police directly around us did not know what to make of it, and by the time they had radioed for reinforcements from the other side of the park, it was too late.
And as the last of the coloured smoke slowly drifted away from our gathering point, we were marching as one; and the energy was palpable!
The organiser’s instructions had been clear, and had been heeded by our people. - Stay loose and separate away from others before zero hour, and once the march starts, quickly gather as a mass and stay tightly packed together. Link arms should the police try to target and snatch individuals or look like they are circling around looking for an opportunity to do so.
Tactics
From Hyde Park, the march split into two large groups, heading in different directions from the park to rendezvous later as one massive march. The moment we re-joined would prove to be without a doubt one of those moments never to be forgotten, and captured by aerial footage from a media helicopter; one of the very few times they dared to reveal what was unfolding in the city. This confused and frustrated the police response by spitting their numbers across a far larger area without knowing what our intentions were. Another very important tactic that was stressed to our people, was keeping the marches slow, with the leaders at the front frequently stopping so everyone could catch up and stay tight.
Megaphones and banners, that only minutes before had been hidden in bags and under coats, were now proudly wielded, with the occasional colourful smoke grenade marking our route. Often small groups of police tried to intimidate and intercept the marches, after identifying and targeting those the most vocal amongst us. We simply held firm and confidently pushed them aside with far greater numbers – this had a noticeable galvanising effect, as each of us now knew that provided the marches stay together, they will not be able to stop us.
Megaphones
The excitement and noise grew louder as more and more people joined our ranks as our march headed up Piccadilly; these were people running late that had caught up and others that had made that decision on the spot that now was their time to join us. I looked around me and I was simply shocked to see the sheer number of people behind us; and it felt exhilarating. The police had clearly received instructions from above to target anyone that looked like they may be an ‘organiser’ and knew the route of the march. This is a simple tactic used in war - take off the head. However, this was all but impossible as none of us held a map or communicated our intentions with anyone; so they simply went for anyone holding a megaphone.
I was targeted mid-flow with a friends megaphone, and grabbed from behind by a group of police. My friends marching with me without hesitation jumped in and shoved the officers back and I was able to duck down and slip from their grasp, I ran left out of the march stream a short distance, and re-joined with them moments later; my rucksack now had yet another tear in it. I duly changed my coat and hat to throw the police off, and with a now increasingly croaky voice handed the megaphone to one of my brothers that had just jumped to my aid.
This type of action by the police was common up and down both marches early on. The temptation to use violence against the police in such circumstance must always be avoided if possible, as such a situation can very quickly escalate which then hands Boris and Patel’s Police State the excuse to over-react with its TSG units which have a reputation for disproportionate violence towards peaceful men and women at our protests.
Using measured force and resistance in numbers to get away and then re-join the march is a far more effective tactic, as then we can control the situation. In such circumstances, the police will often quickly give up on an individual and return to roaming around the march on the periphery. We have to also be mindful that the mass-media are always ready to report on ‘violent protesters attacking police’ to try and turn people away from joining us. Everything we do during a march, we must assume will be seen and recorded by the mass-media to be used in State propaganda news pieces.
I watched groups of police try to seize people time again, with our people from all walks of life, men and women, young and old pushing back and dissuading the snatch teams from grabbing their intended target. The tactic is not perfect, and unfortunately one of our team members that had been with me earlier, was isolated and arrested after a tussle and given a ridiculous and unlawful ‘fine’ for being an organiser, simply because he had in his possession a megaphone! Sheer lunacy.
In an interesting twist, while he waited handcuffed in a van, he looked around and saw a large pile of megaphones that the police had snatched from people laying on the floor on in the back of the van. He was left alone in the van, with the police outside in disarray, he was able to quickly grab the one he recognised as his and quickly stuff it into his bag. After being released, both himself and the megaphone re-joined us and continued their sterling work for the remainder of the day.
Grass-roots
As our march thundered along the centre of the streets, we were met with great enthusiasm from black-cab drivers, bus drivers and the general public none of which seemed to care that their journey had been held up by tens of thousands of very loud protesters! Many drivers fist bumped and shook hands, and cheered us along waving, beeping horns and revving engines. It no longer felt like an organised march, but more like a true grass-roots organic Movement that had taken on an energy all of itself as we wound our way ever forwards. By this stage it became clear that the police had mostly given up with their snatch tactics and had been reduced to simply marching alongside us, making little if any effort whatsoever in trying to stop us.
With numbers, we had effectively ‘legalised’ our own march! Small tussles did however continue to break out from time to time as police took advantage of stragglers negotiating themselves around stranded buses, but these were largely ineffective. We continued as we had started with halting the front of the march often, to allow the back to catch up allowing it to remain tighter with shouts of ‘Slow down, keep together’ heard often along the march. It had become a mantra and a very important one at that.
As we marched, occasionally I found myself trying to study the faces of some of the police officers under their masks. In their eyes I saw so much dejection, not at their inability to stop us, but in the knowledge that in a metropolis the size of London, with a vast and growing list of unsolved serious crimes, here they were policing a march of law abiding peaceful people simply expressing that they want to live in a free world. I can only imagine that the scriptures they recited during their training, must have echoed loudly in their minds as they wondered to themselves if this is really what they signed up for?
Tottenham Court Road
As we moved along towards the junction with Tottenham Court Road, the high point of the day unfolded, the two marches merged together with one terrific roar from all around! A line of police and scattered groups of them attempted to stop the two marches from converging by cutting in front of us, shouting at us while trying to push us back; but it was hopeless. We linked arms and pushed them out of the way, and after more isolated scuffles, an army now marched through London with chants of ‘Who’s streets? Our streets! Echoing loudly around us!
This is the actual moment - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9944EX2GuM
BBC House
As the march headed back towards Piccadilly Circus, a smaller group of us detached and made an impromptu detour to march on BBC Broadcasting House, Portland Place. We arrived and on the steps of All Souls Church opposite, I borrowed a megaphone from a wonderfully brave off duty nurse, and then I took great pleasure in assuring anyone inside that the whole world knows that their entire corrupt and stinking organisation has protected and cultivated monstrous paedophiles for decades. I then looked over my left shoulder to see a great many TSG police moving up in a line shoulder to shoulder towards us along Langham Place. It seems we had hit a nerve by targeting the BBC!
We decided to head back to Hyde Park, so after quickly announcing our intentions to the crowd, we gathered our numbers together and began to move off. Because we were in a smaller group away from the main march the police felt more confident and several scuffles immediately broke out, before we linked arms to face the TSG with their batons drawn.
At one point the police had grabbed a man and had dragged him to the ground, other protesters tried to pull him out, I ran over and joined with two guys from the north of England and two powerfully built black guys and quickly linked arms and confronted them. After a tussle and a stand-off we realised that more police were trying to swing around behind us. At this point it was about fifty fifty, protestors to police. We realised what was happening so we withdrew moving back into a tighter group shouting to one another ‘stay together! – link arms!’. This continued to work for a time, before we were meet with increasing numbers of police; the mood was very hostile and menacing.
Nicked!
We moved back managing to slip the noose then all piled together up Portland Street. We then slowed and continued on, but our numbers were now greatly reduced as we had broken up into smaller groups around the area trying to get back to the park and the main protest.
Heading west down the street chanting loudly, one of our number suddenly shouts out to us ‘Here they come’! Ahead and to my right a large number of TSG police vans could be seen screaming up the crossroad to cut us off. Everyone broke into a sprint, but after so many miles of marching, our legs are tired and not responding very well. Between two vans I see a gap, and before they have stopped fully I throw myself through it and continue running close behind a few others. Bang, I am hit by officers from my left and thrown against a shop window with a thud, they grab by left arm and scream at me for the other, but I can’t move it due to my rucksack and the officers leaning on me. I casually turn to one of the officers to my right and say ‘Calm down, let’s be nice and chilled; you’ve got me’.
With both wrists in the cuffs they tightly click closed causing me instant pain; it didn’t bother me too much as I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them for long and I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
My now completely wreaked rucksack was thoroughly searched, and with nothing to find of interest it was placed on the ground before I had the same treatment. They ran my details through the system and my previous ‘Covid legislation breeches’ pinged up. While I waited for their superiors to make a decision on what to do with me, I was re-handcuffed with my hands in front and much looser, which was a wonderful release for my wrists. I was invited to sit back on a window sill which I gladly did after five hours non-stop marching. I turned to look through the glass at a group of muzzled people inside the commercial premises behind me; and you could tell by their eyes they looked very confused at the scene that had just unfolded outside in an otherwise deserted street.
After a minute, one of the officers began asking me about the day, and what it was we had such an issue with. We chatted for quite a while and he spoke with a genuine interest before I wound up the conversation by saying that, ‘unless we had all been told every minute of every day for an entire year, via every single media outlet available; would you even know you were in a ‘pandemic’? He raised his eyebrows and said – ‘No not really - good point’.
We were briefly joined by a couple of other officers who were also polite and courteous, before I was informed of my new ‘fine’ to ad to my growing collection. With handcuffs removed, I wished them a peaceful afternoon, and I walked off towards Victoria Station to catch the 6.40pm back south with my people, who had kind-heartedly waited there for me.
Powerful and clear message
After a quick coffee, hugs and smiles we boarded the train and met more of our people from Brighton heading home, who quickly agreed it had been a stunning success for us. We had brought London to a halt, forced the police to concede defeat, and almost certainly made Khan, Patel, Johnson and many others rage at the sheer level of our audacity, unity and support. We marched through their fear – and we achieved what many thought to be impossible. Later on, aerial footage, and police themselves confirmed that our march had reached well over 100,000 people.
The excitement and reflection in the days that followed was intense, with so many stories and people enthusiastically recalling their memories of that day, with others wishing that had been there and vowing to join us for the next one.
Now we must capitalise on this success, and use that energy to propel us into the next huge demonstration of even greater magnitude. That date has been set – 24th April!
Mark this date on your calendar and get ready, but remember, it is ALL of our responsibility to encourage and help as many people as humanly possible to get into London on this day. If people are at all worried, set their mind at ease – remind them that they must be strong and brush the poisonous fearmongering propaganda aside like the trash it is. The very fabric of our way of life is in great peril.
There are some that still believe that such demonstrations achieve nothing; but they are wrong. Taking over the streets of a major capital city such as London sends a very powerful and clear message like no other method can – that we are not only spiritually and intellectually prepared to make a stand against lies and manipulations in our daily lives, we are also prepared to come together as a Movement to physically use our bodies to take to the streets and push back against the arrogant and deeply corrupt predator-class in its own back-yard.
With enough boots on the ground, public opinion will turn from a steady flow, into an unstoppable flood of millions.
On the 24th April, the world will be watching - and history waiting. Will you be there with us?
Matt Single
One Movement for Freedom
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