It was a beautiful day sun was high in the sky and radiated heat, i caught the 11: 20 am train from where i live to Cardiff. Called at Waterstones book shop and Troutmark book shop, Castle Arcade, bought for books. Made my way to the museum where i had a lovely pot of tea and enjoyed the coolness of this magnificent building.Making my way outside to the uninviting heat, not banner or a person insight, only three of my friends in the distance. Jamie, Andrew and Alec. Four of us went for a drink. Then made our own way to Cardiff Civic Center. It was an amazing site, masses of people, banners held high, flags raised by adults and children.
Humanitarian warrior Adam Johannes spoke, there should be more people like Adam in the world. A sea of people floated out on to the streets of my old town Cardiff. I was so proud to be with these people the road from Kingsway to Castle Street was bare, a thank you to the people from CCC for guiding us along our peaceful march.
I am looking back and i was overwhelmed. We chanted “Free free Palestine” “from the land to the sea Palestine will be free”. Making and snaking our way down St Mary Street coming towards The Walk About bar
( i am glad to say i have never been to this bar and what i witnessed convinced me not to go into this bar that serves racist ).
There waiting for us were ignorant, white, drunken men, shouting abuse and antagonising the situation, i shouted above the abuse. ” ignore them move on”. I moved on, but i will never forget what i saw. No, there were no police, shame on Cardiff Police.
This shook me up because there were women and children, babies in prams and pushchairs and these drunks did not care one bit. This was a peaceful march, we were marching for freedom and peace for a repressed, depressed, abused country, called Palestine and these thugs broke my heart i was ashamed. You can never reason with a racist they lack intelligence and compassion. Going up Mill lane we sang “Free, free Palestine”. A pint of beer was thrown at me the glass broke in front of me i turned and glared at a white, bald, overweight, tattooed drunken man. Who said “it was not meant for you but her next to you” i called him ” a racist bastard”. I was so angry because i saw a woman next to me, a woman, not a thing, a human being who was no different to me, a woman on a peaceful march just like me. What took place beggared belief, chairs thrown, glasses thrown, tables thrown. Wales March for Gaza was a peaceful march, these men and may i add woman too should feel a great sense of shame. They ought to broaden their minds not their bellies, knowledge is good, racism is a disease of an ignorant mind that lacks intelligence and compassion. We continued to march when i noticed three young Palestinian girls behind were carrying colourful bracelets in plastic boxes. They were selling them for children from Syria this act of charity touched me, their country was war torn and they were thinking of others. Other Monies was being collected in buckets from Ray and Wendy Davies and the Red Choir and many other collections were taking place too. We arrived at where we started where guest speakers enlightened us. I sat on the edge of the beautiful fountain dangled my feet in the cool water next to a black boy and Palestinian children and adults it was a wonderful moment. Despite the two incidents the afternoon went well. I bought my friends ice lollies sat on the grass and listened to the many accents and different langues that surrounded me. This day will always stay with me. Added information regarding my feelings.
I was a child in the 60’s brought up on news of Mosha Dyan, Golda Meir, Begin. Later in life I read books by Martin Gilbert, Simon Wiesentihal, Sandi Tolan, Amos Oz, Raja Shehadeh, Rachel Shabi. Been a member of Amnesty for years. I became a Councillor for the Labour party thinking i could make a difference politically, i was wrong, i stood alone on Iraq and resigned over the invasion into Iraq, another depressed, repressed, abused Country. I do not listen to the BBC at all and racist i will not give a second thought. Afghanistan another Country on its knees. Read David Loyn’s book ” Butcher and Bolt ” this book should be in every school in Britain along with Rory Stewart “The Places in Between” Britain history goes before us ,we are good at leaving our mark of Rule and Divide Ireland, India, Africa, Middle East. The scars are still visible today and the pain remains.
This banner touched me the message is so true and what the march represented.
The next photo reminded me, where was humanity where is peace, is peace such an awful thing.
We are reminded of The 1st WW, The war that should of ended it all no war is good.
My poem The Poppy is not the Reason Why.POPPY IS NOT THE REASON WHY This was published in The Red Poet anthology 2012.