Bikes, Canals & Walthamstow: On Sunday 5th September 2004 my work began with cycle racing in Whitehall, after which I went to Islington for a canal festival, finally making my way to High Street Walthamstow for another festival there. As usual I’ll reproduce what I wrote back then and link to more pictures from the three events still on My London Diary.
Cycle racing in Whitehall
The first lap of the club race and one cyclist has already broken from the pack on Embankment.
The Tour Of Britain has so far lacked the public interest of the Tour De France, but a last day involving a road race around a mile course through Whitehall should have given it a boost. I only stayed for the warm-up event with club cyclists competing on the same course.
The crowding and the pace made for some excitement, but for an outsider I think there needed to be some way to make individuals more recognisable in the crowd.
Morris Dancers entertain outside a pub inIslington
Up at the Angel, it was the 19th annual Canal Festival, with singers and other performers, boat trips, decorated boats and various stalls along the towpath.
Classical music at the City Road Lock
It really did seem to be a very pleasant event for a sunny summer Sunday with everyone enjoying themselves.
Boat trips were a popular attraction
Up on the street people were sitting around the pub and being entertained, first by a three piece band, apparently of Cockney persuasion with a little Dixie thrown in, then by some Morris men
A women’s morris dancing in High Street , Walthamstow
The attraction that dragged me away [from the canal and the pub] was the promise of belly-dancing in Walthamstow.
The musicians sensibly stayed in the shade
Walthamstow has of course a William Morris connection (and an occasionally open museum [reopening by 1 October 2026 after significant renewal]) but there were no discernible signs of this. [Though I’m sure there were but I missed them.]
The first event that drew my interest was however a women’s Morris performing in the high street.
Belly-dancing is one of those things I always wonder if there is more too it than the obvious attraction. And I was obviously attracted, though it’s hard to think of any way to photograph it other than the obvious.
The display involved two solo performers of very different frame. If you don’t have much to wobble, the movements can be much more controlled, but to this male eye are considerably less provocative.
Childrens Day, Notting Hill Carnival: Sunday 29th August 2004 was Children’s Day at Notting Hill Carnival and back in 2004 I wrote just two short paragraphs to go with a large number of pictures.
“I don’t know whose wallet it was in the hand I caught as it reached into my pocket in Cambridge Gardens, but it wasn’t mine. It wasn’t the time or place to argue much, so I let the youth wriggle away.”
“The 40th Notting Hill Carnival was living up to its reputation, in this and also in the friendliness of most of the participants. This was Children’s Day, so I took my son, and will embarrass him with a couple of pictures of him dancing. But mostly it was what we have come to expect, and a little dull weather and the odd shower didn’t mar the celebrations”
I didn’t take my wallet to Notting Hill, but in a densely-packed crowd found a hand putting an empty one back into my left front trouser pocket. Perhaps he thought he had earlier taken it from that same pocket before removing the contents and was trying to replace it, or did he just want an easy way to get rid of the evidence.
I think I probably went to carnival on around twenty or thirty days over the years, though I’ve not been recently. Apart from this rather odd incident I saw very little criminality apart from the widespread smoking of weed – and I picked up enough secondary smoke some days to make me rather high.
But generally there were many more pickpockets on crowded underground trains and much more violence in the crowds around football stadiums. Press reports always greatly exaggerated the negative sides of the event and I never felt unsafe. When there were reports of trouble it was usually late in the day when I had gone home.
But I did take some simple precautions – taking a couple of notes and some coins rather than my wallet and credit cards, and being more careful than usual with my photo gear. I carried less than usual and kept it in a small ex-military shoulder bag – though in crowds I carried this around my neck and in front of my body.
Attitude is also important. Some photographers seem to me to be rather confrontational but I followed my normal friendly nature, smiling, talking and at times dancing with people. Like most of the others at the event I was there to have a good time. And to have just a can or two of Red Stripe – and some of my free annual malt fix.
A Day in London: I spent Sunday August 22nd 2004 wandering around London looking for things that didn’t seem to happen and finding other things that hardly seemed worth taking pictures of. But I did take some pictures. A few at Speakers Corner, Fast Forward a BBC Radio London event in Trafalgar Square, Gymnasts in Olympic Rings and some dancers in a dystopian vision in ‘Forward To Da Future’. Finally I went over the river back to Viva South Africa in the Coin Street Festival I’d visited the previous day.
Sunday was disappointing. Two demonstrations I’d been told about either didn’t happen at all or were so late I’d given up and gone away by the time they did. There are quite a few things like this, people publicise events, then change their mind, or sometimes they simply get the day wrong in the announcements.
I wandered into Speakers Corner to find the usual guys there, mainly religious nutters, but at least a couple with a sense of humour. My vote goes to the Olive Oil Party; we are superior to the Americans because we don’t need Viagra, we have olive oil, though I wasn’t quite clear what you need to do with it.
Then I went to Trafalgar Square, to see ‘Fast Forward’,but it seemed to be run by BBC Radio London, and was bad news, too much agitated media-hype like silly kids TV programmes on Saturday mornings. Fast Forward really was a washout, and failed to live up to the billing. Shoreditch parade the previous day had shown what people and communities can do and the real excitement and involvement it can generate; this was more about a few people on the make, exploiting the arts establishment’s guilt about race.
There were some rather clever gymnasts performing in five hoops – ‘Olympic Rings’ – hung from a frame in front of the National Gallery, but there are only so many things you can do with a hoop.
‘Forward To Da Future’ was more interesting, with lots of kids in a dance performance, the result of a dance summer school. But the woman dancer going on about meeting a man who didn’t turn up and texting on mobile phones was ultimate trivia; wasting her dance talent with inadequate material.
I made for some real music at the second day of the Viva South Africa festival on the south bank.
Chelsea Flower Show: Saturday 28 May 2005. I’ve never had a serious interest in photographing flowers, though I have occasionally pictured some of those growing in my garden, roses, apple blossom etc and turned my phone on plants and bouquets given to Linda so she can thank the donors. And although I’ve gone with students and family to Kew Gardens and elsewhere and taken the odd snap, I have never actually visited the annual Chelsea Flower Show.
But in 2005 I was persuaded by a photographer friend to go with him to Chelsea on the final day of the show, where t the end of the last day on Saturday a bell starts a frenzied sale of many of the plants on display.
It’s long been one of the events of the London season for photographers as men and mainly women stagger out onto the streets and onto buses and tube carrying huge pots of impressive specimens.
I did wonder how many of these fine and formerly cosseted plants made it back to their carrier’s homes, and if so how long they survived. Some marriages are rumoured to have been ended as husbands dropped pots, broke off stems getting on to buses or crowded tube carriages, and otherwise destroyed the prized and expensive loot on the way home to Putney and Wimbledon.
I suspect I mainly went along for a social pre- and post-event pint with my mates, and I don’t think I ever went again in later years – there are so many other things to photograph. I only wrote a short and hard to find paragraph for My London Diary to go with the over 50 photographs I put on-line – here in full with the usual corrections.
“Chelsea Flower Show is the biggest event of the gardening season, and the crowds are huge. This year an extra day was added to cut down on the jams, though I don’t know how effective it is.
Unless you are a gardening photographer, the most interesting part of the whole event is the end, when many of the plants on show are sold off and proudly carried home by their purchasers.
As you can see from the pictures, they carry them along the streets to the bus stop or car park or coach, providing a rather unusual spectacle”
The previous year, 2004, I had met the same friend close to Victoria Station where many of those getting onto buses with flowers from the show alight “to photograph them as they poured of the buses carrying their prizes. After a minor navigation error involving a Wetherspoons pub we made it, and managed to take a few pictures.“
Aldermaston2004 – Sunday: I took part in and photographed the 2004 London to Aldermaston march against the next generation of nuclear weapons, though I only marched part of the way. I photographed the rally in Trafalgar Square on Good Friday and marched the short distance to Kensington before leaving.
I had other commitments the following day when the marchers went on from Southall to Slough, but got on my bike on Sunday morning to meet them as they came into Maidenhead on their way to Reading. And on the Monday I marched with them from Reading to Aldermaston. Below are some of the pictures I took on the Sunday, with text from 2004 on My London Diary and links to the pictures from Friday and Monday.
Aldermaston March 2004
I met the marchers on Sunday morning as they came into Maidenhead
Aldermaston2004 was jointly organised by CND, the Aldermaston Women’s Peace Campaign and Slough4Peace.
There was a rest and refreshments outside Maidenhead Methodist church
The ‘Stop The Next Generation Of Nuclear Weapons’ march from London to Aldermaston started on Good Friday, 9 April 2004, from Trafalgar Square, where there was a ‘No New Nukes’ rally.
The March heads out of Maidenhead towards Reading
Aldermaston and nearby Burghfield are at the centre of the UK’s atomic weapon programme, and the march was a protest against the development of a new generation of nuclear weapons. In 1958 the dangers of nuclear war were clear to most of us, and almost fifty years of the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction among members of the ‘nuclear club’ make them even more of a danger now.
Bristol Radical Cheerleaders keeping our spirits up
Since 1958 we have seen another almost 50 years of lies and deception dressed up as security and national interest. For example we still haven’t been told of the nuclear warheads kept by our American allies at Lakenheath.
Pat Arrowsmith with vintage CND placard and CND badges, striding along the road in Maidenhead
Saturday, the march continued from Southall to Slough via Uxbridge. I had other things to do in the East End, but managed to catch up with the march on Sunday morning at Maidenhead Bridge with some furious bike riding.
Bristol Radical Cheerleaders and Sheffield Samba Band
By then, some problems with Thames Valley Police had emerged, with the police trying to force the march on to the pavement, while some marchers insisted on keeping to the road. In the end a compromise emerged, with the police tolerating those who wanted to stay on the road walking close to the edge of the pavement.
Sheffield Samba Band plays the march into lunch at Knowl Hill
From Maidenhead it seemed a long walk to Knowl Hill for a rather late lunch stop. There we were greeted from a distance by the sounds of the Sheffield Samba Band who piped the march in to lunch.
I regretted not bothering to pick up my meal tickets, but was really too busy to stop to eat. I photographed the column of marchers setting off for Reading and then started a more lonely walk back to Maidenhead and my bike.
Washing up
The pictures in this post are all from my walk with the marchers from Maidenhead to Knowl Hill on Sunday 11th – there are a few more here.
The march heads off from Knowl Hill with around 9 miles to go to Reading
More about the 2004 Aldermaston March on My London Diary with many more pictures from both the ‘No Nukes Rally’ and the final day of the march on Monday 12 April: Friday’s pictures in London Reading to Aldermaston
Martyrdom of Ali, Save Fallujah: I had a fairly long and busy day on Sunday 7th November 2004, beginning with the annual London celebration of the martyrdom anniversary of Imam Ali, the first Imam of Shi’ite Islam. From Park Lane I walked to Parliament Square where a protest demanded that the troops were withdrawn from Iraq.
This was the day when US and UK troops began the bloody offensive of the Second Battle of Fallujah, codenamed ‘Operation Phantom Fury’, fighting against Iraqis in militia of all stripes including both Sunni and Shia, united in opposition to the US-imposed Shia-dominated government.
Finally I went to Trafalgar Square and took a few pictures of the Diwali celebrations taking place there, although I didn’t post any of these at the time on My London Diary.
In this post I’ll reproduce (with minor corrections) what I wrote in 2004, along with some of the pictures I took. These were made with the first digital DSLR camera I owned, the 6Mp Nikon D100, and most were made with a Nikon 24-85mm lens (36-127mm equivalent), though I had recently got a second lens, a Sigma 12-24mm (18-36 equivalent.) The Sigma wideangle was rather slow and working at f5.6 in low light was difficult as the D100 which did not have the high ISO capabilities of more modern cameras.
Muslims mourn in London
Hyde Park and Park Lane
Talks and prayers before the procession started in Hyde Park
Sunday saw Muslims on the street for a religious event, a Jaloos & Matam on the Martyrdom anniversary of Imam Ali, organised by Hub-e-Ali, making its way from Hyde Park down Park Lane carrying a taboot or ceremonial coffin.
A small boy carries burning incense sticks, while elders shoulder the heavy load of the taboot.
The event started with prayers, addresses and a mourning ceremony.
The weight took a strain as bare-footed bearers carried the heavy black taboot with its red roses slowly along Park Lane
The banners carried included texts from the ‘purified five‘ members of the prophet’s family, but particularly Hasan Bin Ali Bin Abu Talib, the cousin and first believer in the prophet.
There was some impressive chanting and much beating of breasts (matam or seena-zani) by the men, chanting and sticks of incense being burnt. The women followed quietly behind.
The women followed, their black-clad quiet dignity contrasting with the frenzied chest-beating of the men
Withdraw the Troops from Iraq – Save Fallujah From Destruction
Parliament Square and Whitehall
Code Pink activists carry a coffin “How many children will cease to play” in front of the Houses of Parliament.
I met Dave at the procession on Park Lane and walked with him to Parliament Square where a demonstration was to be held demanding the withdrawal of troops from the cities of Iraq. From the news that morning it seemed the Americans were about to storm Fallujah. [They did – see below *]
The large anti-war organisations seemed to be keeping strangely quiet, and there were only a hundred or two demonstrators here.
Among them of course was Brian Haw, now almost two and a half years into his permanent protest in the square, which seems likely to lead MPs to pass a bill specially to make such protests illegal.
I admire him for making such a stand, even if I don’t entirely share his views, and feel it will be a very sorry day for civil liberties in this country if such activities are banned.
There were a few placards and banners, and some people who had come with white flowers as requested.
There were few takers for the ‘open mike’ and nothing much was happening until a group of ‘Code Pink’ supporters intervened theatrically parading a black-dressed cortège around the square. The effect was literally dramatic.
There were a few more speeches, including a moving one by Iraqi exile Haifa Zangana.
It was getting dark (or rather darker, as it had been dull and overcast, with the odd spot of rain all day) as we moved off up Whitehall towards the Cenotaph, where the funeral wreath was laid on the monument.
Police tried (although it is impossible to see why) to restrict the number of those putting flowers on the monument to an arbitrary five, but those who had brought flowers were not to be so easily diverted.
People wait for police to allow them to lay their flowers at the Cenotaph
They ignored police orders and walked across the empty roadway to lay their flowers, and around 50 of the protesters staged a sit-down on the road.
Eventually the police warned them they would be removed forcibly if they did not get up, and then started to do so.
Police drag demonstrator away as peace protestor Brian Haw holds a placard “War Kills the Innocent” in front of Cenotaph and Code Pink wreath, “How Many Will Die in Iraq Today?”.
For the most part the police used minimum force, but there were one or two unnecessarily unpleasant incidents.
The protesters were then corralled for a few minutes on the pavement before being allowed to continue the demonstration in the pen opposite Downing Street.
Nothing much seemed to be happening, so I went home [via the Diwali celebrations in Trafalgar Square] when police refused to let me photograph from in front of the barriers.
It seemed an arbitrary and unnecessary decision, but this time I couldn’t be bothered to argue. I think they were just upset because I had taken pictures during the violence a few minutes earlier.
*More about Fallujah
The Second Battle of Fallujah lasted about six weeks and probably resulted in around 2,000 fighters dead and many wounded, mostly Iraqis, with just 107 of the coalition forces killed. Another roughly 1,500 Iraqis were captured.
US forces had stopped all men between 15 and 50 from leaving the city, and treated all those left inside as insurgents. Civilian deaths were later estimated at between 4,000 and 6,000. Civilians who were able to fled the city and around 200,000 became displaced across Iraq. Around a sixth of the city’s buildings were destroyed and roughly two thirds suffered significant damage.
The US forces were heavily criticised for their direct use of white phosphorus in the battle against both combatants and civilians. Highly radioactive epleted uranium shell were also used and a survey in 2009 reported “a high level of cancer, birth defects and infant mortality” in the city.”
The Iraq War Fat Cat Tour: On Saturday 4th September 2004 I met campaigners from organisations including Voices in the Wilderness UK, a group opposed to the sanctions on Iraq and the war in Iraq, which between March 1996 and May 2003 had sent over 70 sanction-breaking delegations to Iraq.
I had photographed many of the protests leading up to the illegal invasion of Iraq in 2003 – and there are pictures and accounts from some of these on My London Diary, and of the protests after the invasion, particularly when it became clear that Tony Blair had deliberately misled Parliament and the facts about the “dodgy dossier” became clear. Many called for Blair to be indicted as a war criminal.
A fat cat handing out dollar bills next to the Shell Centre
Despite the huge protests and determined opposition of a huge proportion of the British people to the war, we failed to stop our army supporting the US, and many thought the protest movement had deliberately failed to press home its position – as Tony Benn and others had urged – thanks to the domination of its leadership by members of the SWP. Let’s hope that “Your Party” does not get sunk by the same hands – or by the efforts of those close advisers to Jeremy Corbyn when he was Labour leader.
‘Rhythms of Resistance’ samba band at the Shell Centre, Waterloo, London
I only wrote a short piece about the protest back in 2004, now rather hard to find on that web site, so here it is, with a few of the pictures from it in this post and there are more here on My London Diary.
Protestors walk across the new Hungerford Bridge (Jubilee Bridge)
After the initial military victory in Iraq, the American government were determined that their friends would profit from the situation. Lucrative contracts went largely to US companies that just happened to have friends and beneficiaries in the top level in the USA. Capitalism is always a winner from wars, with arms suppliers laughing all the way to the bank, but this extended the gravy train rather more widely and rather too obviously. Bush’s cronies sell the arms that knock the infrastructure to pieces, then get high margin contracts to rebuild.
The Iraq War Fat Cat Tour of London aimed to visit some key sites to point out the profiteering from the occupation of Iraq. it started at the Shell Centre (Western oil companies look set to make $2.5 trillion from Iraqi oil over the next 50 years), then made its way across the new Hungerford Bridge to the Cavell statue at the north east of Trafalgar Square (where I left it) and continuing to some other key sites.
More street theatre in front of the Cavell memorial
There was singing from the Strawberry Theives Socialist Choir (the name a reference to a William Morris wallpaper design), who thoughtfully provided the words for the Internationale in case any of us had momentarily forgotten them, (Arise! ye starvelings from your slumbers, Arise! ye criminals of want… ), samba playing from Rhythms Of Resistance, and a couple of street theatre groups.
Hiroshima Day Ceremony: On 6th August 2004 I went to the annual Hiroshima Day commemoration organised in Tavistock Square by London CND. It’s an event I like to attend each year if I’m in London, and one I’ve photographed in quite a few years.
Jeremy Corbyn MP compered the event
The bombs heralded the start of a new age, the Atomic Age, and were clearly a war crime, indiscriminately destroying huge numbers of innocent civilians and with little or no military purpose. Many who survived the initial blast died in the following weeks, months and years later from the effects of nuclear radiation, particularly from the ‘black rain’ that fell later in the day caused by the bombing.
Last Saturday (02 Aug 2025) BBC Radio 4’s Archive On 4 broadcast Exposing Hiroshima, the story of US attempts to cover up the scale of the casualties and deny the “deadly and lasting impacts of radiation” revealed by Australian journalist Wilfred Burchett, the first Western journalist to publish an uncensored eye-witness account from Ground Zero in Hiroshima. Eventually revealed to the world on the front page of the Daily Express the US response was a PR campaign to supress the truth, dismissing his and other articles that emerged as ‘Japanese propaganda’.
Sophie Bolt
The pictures here are all from 6th August 2004. They were made with my first DSLR, the Nikon D100 and converted from RAW files in 2004 using the then availahle conversion software which was not up to current standards. I’m sure I could do better if I now went back to the original files.
Back in August 1945 Japan was already ready to surrender and the allies (or at least the USA) knew this. They wanted to show Russia that they had a weapon that could be used should Russia step out of line. Hiroshima and Nagasaki were annihilated as a gesture to Stalin (“Uncle Joe” as some newspapers liked to refer to him then.)
Michael Foot (at left) and others at the Hiroshima Plaque in Tavistock Square, London
Since then we have had a continuous campaign of lies and deceptions over nuclear weapons. It continues to this day with the ridiculous pretence that we have an independent nuclear weapon, and we are being softened up for the arrival of ‘mini-nukes’, smaller but even more dangerous nuclear weapons.
Tony Benn
The anniversary was commemorated at Tavistock Square by Hampstead and London Region Campaign For Nuclear Disarmament. Those present included the former labour leader Michael Foot and Tony Benn, as well as the oldest member of the Labour Party and an American visitor from US Labor Against The War.
Cllr Barbara Hughes, Deputy Mayor of Camden, places flowers at the memorial plaque
Tavistock Square has a number of interesting memorials, including a fine statue of Gandhi, and a cherry tree planted in memory of the victims past and present of the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki on August 6th and 9th 1945. The ceremony was a reminder that if anyone is still looking for weapons of mass destruction they are present in America; any “war on terror” should perhaps start against the country which used these weapons to devasting effect without any compunction in 1945.
A greeting for Michael Foot from the oldest member of the Labour Party
The event was chaired by local MP Jeremy Corbyn, and speakers included Ken Savage of Greater London Pensioners Association, Sophie Bolt, Chair of London CND [and now CND General Secretary], Darren Johnson, GLA Green Party Leader and Tony Benn. Mordechai Vanunu had been invited to come from Jerusalem where he is under house arrest, but was prevented from coming by the Israeli government. There were also songs from the Workers’ Music Association choir.
2004 Aldermaston March. On Friday 9th April the 2004 Aldermaston March began with a rally in Trafalgar Square before following the route taken by the first march back in April 1958, which had also begun with a rally in the square. The 2004 march was called as a protest against the development then of a new generation of nuclear weapons.
A young marcher on the way from Reading to Aldermaston
I covered the rally and went with the marchers as far as Hyde Park, and cycled to join them again in Maidenhead on Sunday 11th, walking with them for a few miles before returning to pick up my bike and cycle home. On the final day I caught the train to Reading and walked with them to Aldermaston.
I put many of my pictures from the march on My London Diary where you can still view them, and wrote a post about the events which I’ll reproduce here with proper capitalisation and some minor corrections, along with a few of the pictures I made in London on Friday 9th April 2004.
Aldermaston 2004: No New Nukes Rally & Start of March
Aldermaston isn’t in London, but the ‘stop the next generation of nuclear weapons‘ march from London to Aldermaston started on Good Friday, 9 April 2004, from Trafalgar Square, where there was a ‘No New Nukes‘ rally.
Aldermaston and nearby Burghfield are at the centre of the UK’s atomic weapon programme, and the march was a protest against the development of a new generation of nuclear weapons.
Pat Arrowsmith addresses the rally
In 1958 the dangers of nuclear war were clear to most of us, and almost fifty years of the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction among members of the nuclear club make them even more of a danger now. We have seen another almost 50 years of lies and deception dressed up as security and national interest. For example we still haven’t been told of the nuclear warheads kept by our American allies at Lakenheath.
It was good to see many familiar faces, both on the platform and off, with addresses from Tony Benn, Jenny Jones, Pat Arrowsmith, Jeremu Corbyn and more, including a fine performance from Susannah York. There were a considerable number who had been on the first Aldermaston march, back in 1958, forty six years ago. I was too young to be involved then, but my two older brothers had been there.
Street theatre about Trident from Theatre of War
‘Theatre Of War’ gave a spirited performance, and there was a jazz band to add a little spirit at the front of the march, perhaps a reminder of the trad boom of the fifties. Pat Arrowsmith, Bruce Kent and some other CND veterans were up there too, leading off the 2,300 who led off through St James. The police estimated the march at 1000. I actually stood and counted as they went by, and although it isn’t an exact science with a march this size, I won’t be more than fifty or so out either way.
A single Trident submarine has warheads equivalent to 3000 Hiroshima bombs.
It was a cheerful sendoff to those marchers on the long plod to Aldermaston, one of several marches there starting from different parts of the country.
At Hyde Park, the march proper formed up, with around 430 making their way west through Kensington and towards the first night stay at Southall. I couldn’t walk all the way, although I’d probably covered as much distance running around taking pictures and left the march in Kensington.
On Saturday, the march continued from Southall to Slough via Uxbridge. I had other things to do in the East End and central London, but I managed to catch up with the march on Sunday morning at Maidenhead Bridge with some furious bike riding from Staines.
Pat Arrowsmith
By then, some problems with Thames Valley Police had emerged, with the police trying to force the march on to the pavement, while some marchers insisted on keeping to the road. In the end a compromise emerged, with the police tolerating those who wanted to stay on the road walking close to the edge of the pavement.
From Maidenhead it seemed a long walk along the A4 to Knowl Hill for a rather late lunch stop. There we were greeted from a distance by the sounds of the Sheffield Samba Band who piped the march in to lunch. I regretted not bothering to pick up my meal tickets, but was really too busy to stop to eat. I photographed the column of marchers setting off for Reading and then started a more lonely walk back to Maidenhead and my bike.
Bristol Radical Cheerleaders
By this time I was feeling the strain. Even on my ‘day off’ on Saturday I’d walked over 10 miles with a heavy camera bag, and the weight of a Nikon with a solid lens round my neck was getting to be too much. So for Monday I travelled light, working with a tiny Canon Digital Ixus. It had the nasty habit of often not taking a picture until a second or so after you pressed the button, by which time I’ve usually put the camera down, so I came home with quite a few pictures of random patches of road and grass from Berkshire. However, as you can see on My London Diary, some came out.
On Monday I walked all the way and a few miles more, with pictures from Reading to Burghfield, were we stopped close to AWE Burghfield [where atomic bombs are made] to the end of the march rally at AWE Aldermaston, after which we took a walk halfway round the large site.
Aldermaston2004 was jointly organised by CND, the Aldermaston women’s peace Camp and Slough4Peace.
CND is still active, still campaigning for peace and a nuclear free world and opposing the UK’s possession of nuclear weapons. As they say, “Nuclear weapons threaten us all. And they are an obscene drain on public finances.” You can find out more about their actions and sign their petition calling on the government to embrace diplomacy and peace negotiations, instead of nuclear weapons and war and take steps towards nuclear disarmament and a safer world.
International Women’s Day: On Saturday 6th March 2004 I photographed an event in Trafalgar Square to celebrate International Women’s Day which was the following Monday, 8th March.
Bookstall in Trafalgar Square for International Woman’s Day
First celebrated in 1909 by the Socialist Party of America, International Women’s Day was established in 1910 by the Second International following a proposal by Clara Zetkin, although the date only became 8 March in 1913 when peace rallies were held on that day shortly before the First World War. IWD rallies led to the start of the Russian Revolution in 1917 and Lenin made the day an official “holiday”, although it remained a working day there until 1965. The UN adopted it in 1975 and in 2005 the TUC called for it to be made a UK public holiday.
Representing George W Bush with his attempt to dominate the world
This year, 2025, the 8th March is a Saturday and there will be an all-women march in London, Million Women Rise, demanding an end to male violence to women and girls, beginning on Oxford Street and marching to a rally in Trafalgar Square. I photographed the first London Million Women Rise in 2008 and have covered the event working from the sidelines most years since.
I’m not sure quite where the fairy queen came into it
I had photographed International Women’s Day events in some earlier years, and there are also a few pictures from 2003 on My London Diary, but I think 2004 was the first more extended post. Here with the usual corrections to case and spelling etc is what I wrote in 2004.
Woman’s Court Puts Bush and Blair On Trial
There are various events in London around the start of March connected with International Woman’s Day on the 8 March. In Trafalgar Square on Saturday 6th a Woman’s Court put George Bush and Tony Blair on trial for crimes against women, children and men. The event was a part of the 5th Global Women’s Strike.
Events started with a a short play by a group from Crossroads Women’s Centre in North London highlighting the racist immigration policy of Fortress Europe, typical agit-prop, enlivened as always by some individual performances that relied more on personality than script.
All good fun with the villains being George W Bush and our very own Tony Blair.
Good fun if it wasn’t for the fact that the consequences of the actions of these men and the interests they stand for were felt around the world.
Selma James, widow of C L R James, then opened the trial of Bush and Blair, represented in their absence by large puppets. One of the first witnesses was Elsa T, an Eritrean rape victim whose moving testimony was given us in translation.
Jocelyn Hurndall
Another moving speech came from Jocelyn Hurndall, the mother of Tom Hurndall who was shot by an Israeli soldier while trying to protect children in Palestine. The clothing he was wearing to identify himself as a non-combatant apparently made him into a target.
Other speakers included representatives from the Black Women’s Rape Action project, a Native American woman, a woman soldier, Mrs N from Zimbabwe whose son died in a British prison, and several men including Brian Haw from the 24/7 picket in Parliament Square.
