Category Archives: demonstrators

Save the whale and the worm

Dalrymple observes that the many children at the Marche pour le climat

looked almost as pleased with themselves as their parents, who were very pleased indeed. I daresay that had I asked the children why they were at the demonstration, they would have been able, like performing monkeys, to say something about saving the planet, making it safe for the whales, dolphins, and pandas.

Dalrymple himself has nothing against the whales, dolphins, and pandas,

in fact I much prefer a world in which there are such creatures.

He confesses, however, that he is not so sure about Ascaris lumbricoides,

the absolutely disgusting, large white roundworm that parasitises the human intestine, sometimes in large numbers, and emerges through various orifices.

Lovely climate for a march

REVOLTING SMUGNESS: ‘It was a beautiful day in Paris for a demonstration, brilliantly sunny and not too hot, and the crowds were out: obviously bourgeois, prosperous, well-behaved, and not at all multiracial or even multicultural. It was a marche pour le climat, as though the climate were an oppressed person wrongly imprisoned by a distant dictatorship. Such nice, good, well-intentioned people! I found it all terribly depressing. The organisers estimated the crowd at 50,000, the police at 18,500. I did not actually attend it, my taste for clichéd speeches interspersed with snatches of popular music being very limited. But I watched the crowds on their way to the demonstration, mostly with beatific expressions on their faces, as if aware that they were doing something really good like feeding the hungry or healing the sick. They were both saving the planet and amusing themselves on a Saturday afternoon.’

Violent, illiberal, proto-fascist Britain

Dalrymple writes in the Salisbury Review:

Not many literary festivals end in violence, but the Lewes Speakers’ Festival last weekend did so. About 100 protesters tried to prevent Katie Hopkins, the Daily Mail columnist, from speaking there about her autobiographical book, Rude, and succeeded. She left when the police said that they could no longer guarantee her safety.

I spoke immediately before Hopkins (who was guarded by a close protection squad) was scheduled to appear (she was the last speaker of the day). The banging on the windows and chanting began just as I was ending. Two or three protestors wearing motorcycle helmets and masks broke into the hall with a crowbar, and a member of the audience hit one of them over the head with the leg of a chair. Then the eggs started flying. One of the policemen looked as if he were about to be scrambled. Despite the assaults on the police, no charges are contemplated.

My wife and I were advised by the police not to leave the hall as we had planned. Along with perhaps 40 other people, we were in effect imprisoned by the demonstrators. A couple of the women were very frightened, and one was in tears because she had been separated from her husband and did not know where he was and whether he was safe. In the end, we were escorted through a back entrance by the police and led in the dark through a graveyard.

Hopkins is said to be an apostle of hate, but the faces of the demonstrators were hardly those of universal love, to put it very mildly.

According to the reports of eyewitnesses, some of the demonstrators handed out eggs to their children for them to throw at the police. This, presumably, was because the children could not very well be arrested for assaulting the police in this fashion.

Apart from being cowardly (in the true and not in the false sense of the word often used about suicide bombers), to allow children to witness such scenes as occurred, or rather as were committed, in Lewes was surely a form of abuse.

Were there any social workers on hand to protect the nippers from their abusive parents? The question answers itself. It is more likely that there were social workers among the demonstrators handing out eggs to children to throw.

I can’t say that I was frightened personally, for I have been in far worse situations. And yet I thought that I caught in this little episode a distant glimpse of a possible future dictatorship or even civil war in this country.