But after the graffiti A symbols began to appear around London, among the fire and the broken glass, my heart sank. What began as a protest to conserve an vital part of the British State, became an opportunity for balaclava-clad anarchists and public school boys alike to swing from flags and leave a trail of destruction cleared up by those who are actually subjected to job cuts.
But then something happened to put it all in to persepctive. First Egypt, then Tunisia and Yemen and Libya- protests began spreading across the Middle East,bringing the realisation that petty conflicts in an incredibly fortunate Western society are comparatively insignificant. Students are not protesting for their freedom or livelihood in the same way rebel forces risk their lives.
Egypt got their way, a moment in history, but as more and more blood is shed elsewhere and more lives are lost, Civil Wars are developing. I feel quite sick that I ever felt excited by marches in London.
Protest in principle is a good thing but when shallow graves are being dug and men will not leave power, protest is war and destruction. The cause is right, but the consequences are so huge. People in Syria are fleeing as others fight for freedom. I was wrong, this is so much more than protest- it's bloody revolution.
