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I got the Queen to pose for me with her friend – and found another ten photographers had come to my side

Every year I wonder whether to photograph the annual Pride Parade in London again.  And so far every year with one or two exception I’ve decided to do so, though back in 2007 I wrote here:

Ten years ago, taking part in the Pride march was an important personal and political statement for many, sometimes marking their going public about their sexuality. Now it’s largely a fun event, although a few individuals and groups still attempt to get a more serious message across.

One exception came in 2005, when my younger son inconveniently picked the same day for his wedding and my photographic services were required elsewhere. And in 2003 I was in Edinburgh on the day it happened.  Back in 2006 I had a show Ten Years of Pride at the Museum of London, and I think this year was the 20th London Pride I’ve photographed.

Over the years Pride has become a much bigger and more organised event and it is now one of very few events I bother to get accreditation for because of the size of the crowds that come and watch it, particularly around Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square. But little of what I do really needs it, and certainly until fairly recent years I never bothered.

Pride is so large now that corporate sponsorship is vital, but as always it comes with a cost, changing the nature of the event. But this year there did seem to be a little more getting back to the grass roots and more political engagement and a little less corporate gloss.

My lens-hood slips around and adds an unwanted frame

Getting accreditation does mean having to arrive early to go to the Press office and pick up stuff, which was a bit of a nuisance, and meant I was at Baker Street where the parade forms up rather earlier than most of the paraders. It was a very slow start to the day and if I’d had any sense I would have found something else to do for an hour or so. But many of the places I might visit don’t open until rather late, and it was in any case a little early for a beer. Sometimes I settle down somewhere and read a book, but often I’m too psyched up to read.

Pride was perhaps a little more political this year than for a while

Eventually things got busier, and by the time the parade was starting at noon things were pretty frenetic.  I went up to the front a quarter of an hour before it began, and then began to work my way slowly towards the back taking pictures. It was well over an hour later that I came to the people still waiting to set off at the back of the march. I should probably have stayed longer and taken some more pictures, but I was already late for a meeting with Class War.

I took the tube from Baker St to Piccadilly Circus and walked into the pub where they were going to be and found no one there.  Eventually I found a small group outside just around the corner and joined them, still waiting for others to arrive. Class War had decided to protest at Pride, and had come with a new banner with the message ‘Poor is the new Queer‘ and ‘F**k the Pink Pound, F**k Corporate Pinkwashing!’  They were not the only protesters, and another group had arranged a funeral procession for Pride, which had attempted to go along a part of the route, but I’d decided that I would be unable to cover that as well as Class War.

The small group of Class War protesters made their way to the parade route through Piccadilly Circus as the parade arrived, but the crowds were too thickly packed behind the barriers for them to get through. They held a short protest in front of the Barclays Bank there, which closed its doors, and then moved off quickly to find a less crowded part of the route on Cockspur St.

As the front of the parade approached, they unrolled the banner, unhitched one of the barriers and ran out in front of it, with a mauve smoke flare attracting attention, and I followed them onto the road to take pictures. They were soon escorted back off the road and I continued to photograph, though rather impeded by an amateur photographer who move in front of their banner, to the consternation of several of the press pack who had now arrived.

I’d thought in advance that I would probably be working at a very close distance and had decided to use the 16mm fisheye on the D700 along with the 18-105mm (27-157 equiv) on the D800E when a longer view was needed. It was a pretty good combination, but once Class War were back behind the barrier and I was still on the other side, after  a few frames I quickly changed back from the 16mm to the rectilinear 16-35mm.

Cropped to remove some of the vignetting by the out of position lens-hood

And there I caused a problem, because I had the lens-hood on that lens, although there was no need for it as that side of the road was in shade. And in my rush to change lenses and the general excitement, I managed to knock the shade out of its proper condition. As often in the heat of the moment, it was some time before I realised this, obvious though it is in the viewfinder, and I took a number of frames with it vignetting at top right and bottom left.  Images seldom work quite as well cropped to remove the vignetting, and sometimes I’ve lived with it there, usually desaturating it to remove a rather noticeable blue edge. The image above is probably better for losing a little at each edge, but there is still some vignetting visible.

Class War soon saw a squad of police heading in their direction and quickly melted away in the crowd. I followed some of them down into the subway from where they emerged without a police escort on the east side of Trafalgar Square and made their way to a nearby pub, where I said goodbye and went to photograph another event.

Many more pictures at Pride Parade (my pictures overstate the political aspects of the event as these interest me more) and Class War protest ‘corporate pinkwashing’.

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People going to lobby their MPs at the Houses of Parliament is seldom a good thing to photograph. Mostly the actual meetings take place inside offices either in Parliament itself or in Portcullis House around the corner, and even if you can get in to these meetings there usually is little to photography. The last time I actually lobbied my MP we went in as a small group to the St Stephen’s Tavern, just across the road from Big Ben and I did take one or two pictures, but the lighting was all wrong.

So when groups are taking part in a mass lobby of Parliament, they usually have a photo-call or a rally beforehand, at which there are rather greater opportunities for taking photographs. The Climate Coalition’s mass lobby was a little different to most, partly because of the scale and instead of going into Parliament to see MPs they had arranged for the MPs to come out and meet their constituents.

The various constituencies were each allotted a position along a long line stretching through the gardens next to the Houses of Parliament, across Lambeth Bridge and then down the Albert Embankment back towards Westminster Bridge – spread out along about three-quarters of a mile, with a cycle rickshaw service being provided to take the MPs as close as possible to their places.

I’m not sure quite how many MPs made it, but I think it was something like a third of the 650 MPs, but they were spread out not only in distance, but also across a two hour period. I’d started early, when just a few MPs and people come to lobby were around, and after photographing the few groups I could find in Victoria Tower Gardens, went off to cover a couple of other protests – the regular weekly vigil for Guantanamo prisoner Shaker Aamer in Parliament Square, and, a short walk away, a protest opposite Downing St for free speech activist and liberal blogger Raif Badawi, sentenced to 1000 lashes (essentially a slow death sentence) in Saudi Arabia.

Badawi was given the first 50 lashes in January, but the following Friday the second flogging was postponed as he had not recovered sufficiently, and so far it seems the scheduled weekly floggings have not been resumed. The sentence has however been confirmed and now UK government ministers seem to be excusing the Saudi authorities rather than joining in the world-wide condemnation, valuing UK arms sales above human rights.

Today comes the news that Badawi has won the annual Pen Pinter prize established in 2009 in memory of established in 2009 in memory of Nobel winning playwright Harold Pinter for championing free speech.

By the time I’d finished photographing this and returning to the Climate Lobby many of the MPs had been and gone, but I was able to run along and find those still talking and take a few pictures. It was hard on Lambeth Bridge because the pavement is so narrow and the groups were very crowded close to the MPs.

MPs are a pretty mixed bunch, and listening to them interacting with their voters I was surprised by a few of them, who seemed to have little understanding of the urgency of climate change, and were lecturing their constituents rather than listening to their views. But most seemed to share their concerns. I’m not sure that lobbies like this have any real effect.

After the lobby there was a rally, with speakers on the top deck of an open-top bus, which made them a little hard to photograph, especially with the sun behind them. A few were too short to be easily seen over the side of the bus, and it would have been good to have had some kind of platform for them to stand on.

As usual, the audience were more interesting than the speakers, as you can see in the pictures at Climate Coalition Rally. Images from the lobby are at Climate Coalition Mass Lobby.

But at least at the rally the names of the speakers went up on a screen, though I missed one or two. Writing the captions for the pictures of the MPs took some time, working out who the MPs in the pictures were from my notes; fortunately some of the constituency labels were visible in the images. MPs often wear their ID cards with their name, but somehow these nearly always seem to be showing the wrong side. I often wish I made clearer notes, but I think you will find all four of the MPs shown above and most of the others have their correct names in My London Diary.
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Cable St 70th anniversary, October 2006

I wasn’t at Cable Street in 1936, but was expecting to be there today, 79 years to the day after the ‘battle‘, but yesterday Class War cancelled their planned protest against the Jack the Ripper Museum there. It isn’t really a museum of course, although the owner pretended it would be, getting planning permission to open a museum celebrating the history of women in London’s East End.

That would have made an interesting museum, but would have been unlikely to make the kind of money the owner was obviously after in setting up the tacky tourist attraction that has now opened. Several protests have taken place there, and there is now little doubt what most people in the area think about it – and if anyone still has any doubts about its nature they should read the review by Fern Riddell on Storify or the article based on that in the Independent newspaper.

Fern Riddell is a historian who specialises in the period and in the area, and a consultant on the BBC’s Ripper Street series, so someone whose opinion is of value. Her conclusion: ” it’s not a museum. It’s a poorly executed shock attraction.”

Earlier in their planning, before the change of purpose, the Museum had consulted a friend of mine formerly from the Museum of London who was shocked to hear her name being used to attempt to give the ‘museum’ credibility and made it very clear to the owner that this was entirely unacceptable, getting an undertaking from him not to do so – which he has now broken.

I photographed protests by Class War outside the ‘museum’ on August 5th and 12th, and filed my pictures in the usual way. There was no interest in the protests from the media and none of my pictures were used at the time. Both protests were relatively peaceful, though one small pane of glass was cracked. The protesters held up the traffic on a minor road for some minutes, made a lot of noise, and on the second occasion let off a few flares.

Lisa McKenzie at protest against the Ripper ‘museum’

In the last week, one of my pictures taken at the protest on August 5th has  appeared in several newspapers, some of them more than once. The reason is that some of the same people who organised the ‘Ripper’ protests also organised an anti-gentrification street party in Shoreditch a week ago on Saturday night.

Around a thousand people turned up and took part; I didn’t go although I had been asked to, because I’d had a busy day and its quite a trek from where I live. There was music, masks, dressing up and Class War’s banners; a lot of chanting and shouting, flares, arguments with police who tried to stop it – and some fighting with police when they started pushing people off the road.

I wasn’t there, but many others were with cameras and phones and I’ve seen the videos and heard people’s stories. There were two fairly minor incidents in which two shop fronts were attacked. There was a lot of angry shouting, and the glass of an estate agents window was cracked, and slogans daubed on a hipster-run ‘cereal shop’.

There were a few other nasty incidents recorded on video, including a police attack on a young woman which could have been really serious, and there were a few injuries and some arrests. But it is the cereal shop incident that has apparently enraged the newspapers, causing them to throw as much mud as they can at anyone connected with Class War, whether or not they were around at the time.  Someone even invented a story about the protesters – many of whom also campaign for animal rights – ripping a dog apart with their bare hands for the press. Though there were no real witnesses.

The woman with a megaphone in my picture became one of their chief targets, with some articles that can only be described as vitriolic, although she had left the protest before any trouble occurred. It’s a picture I like because it shows her as a strong and determined woman, and one which I think celebrates her and the working class culture from which she comes.

She left school shortly before she was 16, taking time off school with other women from miner’s families to support their striking men, worked 10 years in a stocking factory, then in shops etc, living in the notorious St Ann’s district of Nottingham. She became a single mother and at 30 took an Access course, going on from there to study at Nottingham University for a first degree and then her Ph.D.

Back in 1970 I bought a book, a Penguin Special, ‘Poverty: The Forgeotten Englishmen‘ by Ken Coates and Richard Silburn, based on their studies in St Ann’s (though the cover photograph by Roger Mayne was I think from North Kensington.) It was this book which inspired Lisa McKenzie to study the area she lived in and knew – and which ended up in her doctorate and the book ‘Getting By‘ that came out earlier this year.*

Ken Loach, Jasmine Stone and Lisa McKenzie, author of ‘Getting By’ talk at the book launch

Hers is really a great story of success, a positive story that my picture I think celebrates, but in the media she is portrayed as the devil, an ‘academic‘, someone who obviously doesn’t know anything about the lives of ordinary people. They suggest she is wealthy and privileged and using the lives of the poor for her advantage, but she is in a job that almost certainly pays less than the average wage and her work is all about supporting working class people and their values.

Once you put work into an agency you lose control over it. I’m sure there are uses for which my agency would not supply pictures, publications they would not supply images to, but these were articles in the mainstream press. Companies which almost any agencies would supply images to in good faith. You can’t vet articles when you are supplying pictures, and nor should you be able to or have to. We should demand higher journalistic standards from the press.

But perhaps all is not lost. I cling to the hope that many readers – even of the gutter press (and more seems to be aiming for the gutter at the moment) will see the picture for what it is – an affirmative image of a strong and obviously working-class woman protesting against the horror of a ‘shock attraction’ that glorifies ‘nameless violence inflicted on nameless women’. And perhaps there will be many, particularly working-class women who are less scared of the idea of a strong working-class woman than newspaper editors.

* Any journalist writing about her who had done even a few seconds of research would have found this information about her in an article in The Guardian: The estate we’re in: how working class people became the ‘problem’. It comes up as the second item when I search for her on Google.