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What was the worst demonstration you ever went on?

That UK uncut one on Westminster Bridge springs to mind. Bumped in to another mate who also happened to been in London and took a wander down already feeling a little cynical. Found out that bridge we supposed to be blocking was already shut due to a half marathon earlier that day anyway. Spent a bit of time advising people not to lie down on the ground, at whatever time the organisers had told us, if they were anywhere near a cop and did fancy taking some snide kicks to be loudly shouted down by one of the UK Uncut organisers that it was good if people took a shoeing cos then we have the moral high ground and we win.

Can think of a million other too tbh, depressing.
 
As for a good one that went wrong...Eddie Shah Warrington mass picket 1983. Arrived early (from Colchester) and with nothing happening somehow found myself at the front by the warehouse up against a deep line of police. Looked backwards and saw 5,000 pickets were now blocking any retreat I might have been thinking of. Pitch black November night, kicked off and I got slaughtered with uppercuts to the chin. Crawled out through copper's legs and got beat again right in front of ITN camera crew, who were then set upon themselves by police. This led to me being on News at Ten and everyone in the world I knew seeing me being beat up.

It got even worse. We'd gone up in two mini buses. Both drivers got nicked on the picket and ours still had the keys on him. Cue driving around the next day, Widnes, St Helens, Warrington courts trying to find our driver. Arrived back in Colchester 24 hours later with badly bruised ribs and lovely black eyes.

The police were ready for us that day, it was a rehearsal for the Miner's strike. They won.
Yep, I remember that one. We arrived on a coach. OB spoke to the driver who then turned around and drove around country lanes for nearly an hour before going back and dropping us off. By then, the police had pushed everyone back 100 yards or so from the warehouse. Got clattered myself a couple of times, and saw the TV crew getting done - their lights were smashed first, so they couldn't film the ensuing police violence. Not a good night at all.
 
A protest for global justice, or something equally vague, outside the Labour Party conference some time in the mid-00s. There were about a hundred people - men with socks, sandles and white beards, that kind of crowd - standing the other side of the road to Brighton conference centre, beyond the concrete barriers and police, holding banners saying Cancel World Debt and Stop the IMF. And... that was it really. I can't imagine anyone at the conference even noticed them, and if they did whether they'd have given them a second's thought. The most polite and pointless demonstration imaginable.

Still, the weather was nice and we went on the beach for a spliff and an ice cream, so it wasn't a complete waste.
 
An anti poll tax march in woolwich in February 1990.. turned up with 3 or 4 mates from work, a couple of mates I lived with and my then partner and my kid brother and sister (we were going out afterwards).
We made up half the demo :hmm:.
 
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An anti poll tax march in woolwich in February 1990.. turned up with 3 or 4 nates from work, a couple of mates I lived with and my then partner and my kid brother and sister (we were going out afterwards).
We made up half the demo :hmm:.
I went to an anti poll tax meeting in a pub room at Chew Magna, south of Bristol. The organisers had minimised publicity because the pub organisers were scared of too many people and riots breaking out. There ended up being five of us, including the organisers and guest speaker.
 
I went to an anti poll tax meeting in a pub room at Chew Magna, south of Bristol. The organisers had minimised publicity because the pub organisers were scared of too many people and riots breaking out. There ended up being five of us, including the organisers and guest speaker.

If we're including meetings then it opens up a whole new world of shit. Too many to pinpoint but what sticks in the mind is just the general dirge of being in a trot group where you had to have a meeting every week regardless, rain or shine.

I was branch organiser and used to hire the same small upstairs room at a social club (wrexham lager club, complete and glorious shithole, proper social club with clingfilm wrapped corned beef baps etc - still going now) every thursday. Room could fit eight comfortably and a dozen squeezed in which was fine, and thursday nights was country and western night downstairs so afterwards we'd all get pissed next to old boys in stetsons. Remember once we had a guest speaker, tamil man to talk about Sri Lanka, I turned up at lager club early to set up and was told they'd accepted another booking, I should have been told week before but they were already in room so tough shit and we'd have to have our meeting in main bar. This Tamil fella, teetotal btw, trying to talk about really serious grim stuff to six trots while a pissed 70 odd year old woman a few feet away was banging out these boots are made for walking. Gold really.
 
I must rack my memory for some of the smaller, wierder ones, but leaping instantly to mind are some ANL ones.

One in Barry where we parachuted into an estate from Cardiff, marched around and pointedly pretended the fash stood around laughing at us didn't exist....

Reminds me of the worst one I have ever been on. It was on the Isle of Dogs the weekend before Beackon was elected. ANL Mark 2 parachuted in about 100 people. We stood on the Green by the DLR station listening to speakers while locals and BNP abused us and the Police protected us and made sure we got back on the Train out afterwards unscathed. Worse than useless.
 
I once went on an RCP youth group demo at the Ministry of Defence, in support of some Party cadres who had been arrested at some earlier shenanigans at the US Embassy.

There were a grand total of five of us, including our illustrious leader, none other than Claire Fox :D

When we got there, there was no one about, doors closed, bomb shutters down etc. I think initially she thought 'THEY MUST HAVE KNOWN WE WERE COMING - LET THEM QUAKE BEFORE OUR MIGHT!' but then she started having a hissy fit.

I clocked a small clutch of coppers at a distance taking an interest and heading our way, so given how pointless this was, and making use of how outside the typical RCP sartorial demographic I was (and so didn't look connected to what seemed to be a Media Studies field trip out with their particularly irritable lecturer) I just casually sauntered down Horse Guards and crossed the road.

Having established that the cops had no interest in me I then sat on a bench on the Embankment watching, until a somewhat chastened Fox led her young charges away from the Citadel of the Warmongers back towards the Tube, where I rejoined them...

The last thing my mum said to me that morning after I told her what I was off out for was "The MOD? But won't that be closed on a Saturday..?"

:facepalm: :rolleyes: :D
 
Oh let me say first off it wasn't a bad demo in of itself and we ("we" being a mishmash of local lefties) had to make the effort, but any anti-war demo in Guildford is going to be a bit shit just by definition.
 
Oh God, back when I was an active Hunt Sab, some of the Animal Rights activists around that scene were fecking hardcore! I had a midweek day off work so my then mate invited me to a demo, turns out it was outside a now infamous farm breeding guinea pigs for experimentation right out in the middle of nowhere. It was pissing down with rain, but my mate said activists were there every day, regardless of weather. Turned out there were only four of us, including one old fella, standing just outside an injunction imposed exclusion zone and one of 'em got out one of those annoying megaphones with a built in siren and began blasting it out non-stop. You could see it was really getting to the farmer. Locals were driving past in cars, spitting at us and screaming abuse and throwing bricks and stones, the old fella got hit on the leg with a stone iirc, pouring with blood, but he refused to leave. Then the farm workers came over and started threatening us and trying to run us over on quad bikes (and believe me they meant it) then the cops turned up hassling us as well. Honestly, it was awful, I wanted nothing to do with it tbh and never went back.

I also went to a demo outside a massive hare coursing event somewhere up by liverpool and as luck would have it, hare coursing was banned the week or so before so it was to be the coursers the last legal event, so to put it mildly they weren't in the best of moods before the AR lot turned up, taunting and laughing at 'em. There's been a few anti-fascist demo's and loads of hunt sabs where i thought i was gonna get a bad beating but that day i thought we were gonna get killed, it was just mental. The coursers were pelting us with anything they could get their hands on, including big clumps of wet mud so after a while we were all plastered head to toe in mud. They then started charging at us with various weapons, but for once i was glad the horseback cops were there to half-heartedly beat them back. It lasted hours of them attacking us, it weren't much fun after a while i can tell you. I had some mad stuff happen when sabbing as well, including being attacked by 20-30 odd massive blokes in balaclavas with baseball bats and chains and all sorts of other craziness. Say what you like about the early AR activists, they were in it to win it, completely dedicated to their goals. I knew a lot of the more prominent activists over the years, including loads who did significant prison time and they were very serious people, still are i assume, i wouldn't know nowadays.
 
Can't remember if it was Student Loans or Poll Tax, but one when I lived in London stands out for an utter cringe.

A group of us from Goldsmiths went. One lad who was connected with SWP/SWSS and always a bit embarrassingly earnest (played up his Yorkshire accent and put on a toe-curling tubthumping routine) spotted some fancy cars and starts loudly chanting and pointing 'The rich, the rich, were coming for the rich!!'

The cars were hired ones for some decidedly ordinary people about to get married.

I slid off to the pub not long after.

A lunchtime leaflet session with the union on the High Street also stands out for futility.

Rightly or wrongly, pay rises for civil servants are always a hard sell to the general public, and personally I don't see them as the priority in terms of people we need to win over. But as a union rep I felt obliged to take part.

Leafleting actually went okay, although one bloke stands out in memory. He actually made a beeline for us rather than pretending he hadn't seen us and stood right in front of me staring intently. 'What's this about?' I give him our spiel which he listens to similarly intently. 'Can I have a leaflet?' 'Yes, of course' I say thinking he might go away. Nope. He stands there and reads the whole thing, also intently, then hands it back to me. 'I've done my bit', he says (intently and mysteriously) and walks off.
 
Don't know about worst, maybe saddest...me n Mrs Tag travelled down to Farnborough Hants for a CAAT demo at the arms fair. They may have been 10 Max 20 of us there. We were certainly outnumbered by old bill taking our pics and videoing us
:( :D
 
most of the shit demos i've been on had some redeeming feature about them, something amusing - for example, after a small counter-demo against the countryside alliance march at the labour party conference in bournemouth in 2000 (iirc) being in a pub where loads of countryside types were singing 'd'ye ken john peel' and a table or two of class war banging out 'we all live in a yellow submarine'. i don't think there's many demos i've been on i wouldn't go on again.
 
I do remember one Palestine demo as a youth where they had two hours of speeches at the start, and basically every single speaker led chants of "from the river to the sea", "free free Palestine" etc for at least half the time. Brian Eno was there too and gave a pretty intelligent and well thought out speech which completely baffled everyone - nobody knew what to make of it, they all went quiet until he stopped and the next guy came on to do a chant. Then eventually the march started but at that point I was just thinking "what is the point of this" and fucked off early.

Lowkey was there at least, he was quite good, but they put him on near the end.
 
Yep, I remember that one. We arrived on a coach. OB spoke to the driver who then turned around and drove around country lanes for nearly an hour before going back and dropping us off. By then, the police had pushed everyone back 100 yards or so from the warehouse. Got clattered myself a couple of times, and saw the TV crew getting done - their lights were smashed first, so they couldn't film the ensuing police violence. Not a good night at all.
I remember that,is when the Police became more like a South American fascist Goon squad they had been turned into a political police force by that fascist Thatcher.we saw the same thing during the miners strike,it was all about smashing unions,it was sad to see some Union officials and members collaborating with the Union breakers,bastards like frank Chappel and Eric Hammondand there were others who had been bought.
 
Greenham Common - Didn't want to go but a lot of pressure from our branch. Walked to the front of the coach to ask where the nearest pub was and before I got past 'Where' she asked me in a very loud voice if I had volunteered for the creche .Obviously my answer was yes so disembarked with directions that I could avoid and tramped around in the mist and mud following the crowd and found a gate with loads of women chanting , lit a fag and was asked to move on as it was women only. Asked where a mixed gate was and marched on for what seemed like ages and found a small mixed crowd . Delved into that and bumped into the woman off the coach who promptly handed over two kids to me, and pointed to where the creche was. Handed them over stayed for ten minutes and marched around amongst hippies with pots and pans , crystals etc until I bumped into some people I knew from Reading after a while they gave me a lift to the station at Reading and I waited for about an hour for a train back to London . Told the branch secretary that is was inspiring. Never again,
 
I once spent almost an entire May Day march carrying half a banner for a dude I thought was an anarchist, but who was in fact some kind of Stalinist. At least that's what my friends told me.

This was long enough ago that it was before my drift away from anarchism, so it's funny now rather than cringey,
 
A event during the 84/85 miners strike comes to mind. Coaches from Hackney Town Hall to some power place out East. No idea why we were there. No discernible positive effects from being there certainly. Most seemed to have attended to attempt to sell papers to each other.
The Sparticists were very annoying. First time I met them. I was only 16 and a bit wild. I battered the Spart who was annoying and the police declined to nick me, they hated them too. I had to go back on the coach with the bloke I hit and they were moaning all the way.
 
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