London: “No ‘both sides’ to a genocide!”

Millions of people …

… swarming like flies round

Well maybe not millions. Middle East Eye says half a million. All bound for Downing Street …

… to say there ain’t no both-cidesing a genoside.

With the same kit she’s wielding: Canon mirrorless plus 70:200 lens delivering f/2.8  all the way, to pick out a face, incident or whimsical moment amid the hundreds of thousands, I shot more than 600 images. It’s been no light task, agonising over which to include when, even if I do say so myself as shouldn’t, many a fine picture had to be passed over.

With drummers to strike up the beat …

… we marched down the Embankment to cross the Thames at Westminster Bridge, on which a familiar face had been hauled in by the law.

Disregarding the Ukraine badge on his lapel – readers know my views on that – I joined in the chants of “Let him go. Let him go”.  Today we are here for one thing and one thing alone. In that respect and at this moment we are all Peter Tatchell …

… even if I do agree with the cops that the placard which had caught their eye doth falsely and bothsidesistically equate Hamas’s use of violence with Israel’s.

After our second crossing of the Thames over Waterloo Bridge we reached the Strand to be met by a reception party at the junction with Wellington Street. What it lacked in numbers it made up for in din level. Being stationary, I guess it had the edge on ampage.

See the white lettering on Mr Brown Top, against the barrier at centre right and framed by two cops? It reads, “OPENLY JEWISH”.

Yeah, well. So are these guys:

Or to put it another way …

Here’s a question I raised myself, in a review of the Auschwitz set film, Zone of Interest:

Though one party, Ansar Allah, will be able to look tomorrow’s children in the eye in reply:

She looks good from the front, too.

At events like this, things can get a touch overwhelming.

But despite the heat and noise and excitement and cracking vibes – and despite detentions lawful or otherwise (PT was released without charge after 90 minutes) – most of us made it to journey’s end.

Hopping aboard a 29 on Tottenham Court Road, and a 134 at Camden Town, I reached Muswell Hill and the van by five pm. Exhausted, I broke the drive north to steel city by overnighting at a layby, a stone’s throw from the M1 and located by the Park4Night app on my phone. I got home early on Sunday to spend the day processing, longlisting then shortlisting these pictures.

Ditto a fair chunk of Monday.

As one of the speakers I actually listened to put it, “Palestinians don’t have the luxury of giving up, and neither should we”.

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