posted on Apr, 5 2009 @ 01:49 PM
People i am lost for words i really am, the real story was on threadneedle street i assure you because i was there! im finding it hard to put into
words exactly what i saw because it was so overwhelming,
believe me alot of people here are talking about fighting the riot police and trust me alot of us tried well i know i tried my hardest to stop them
from advancing but they were too well organised i threw anything i could get my hands on at them, but it just wasnt enough
believe me we were trying our hardest to stop them but we just couldnt i remember at more than one point we made our own line with the protestors
behind us pushing us towards the police for more strenth,
but the people on the frontline just kept getting hit with the battons and they thought better and left i was on the front line and i must say after a
few hits i wanted out of there self preservation kicked in and i wanted out!
im telling everybody here the real story was on threadneedle street! i know this because i saw with my own eyes what the met did that day, they came
from behind and locked about 700-1000 protestors in a box and squeezed us tighter they said we couldnt leave,
obvouisly this is like a tinderbox waiting to go up, i remember an american with a loudspeaker saying "well done robocops squeeze us into a box and
wait for us to react good tactics" there was no reason to come from behind and lock us in like that completely un necesary, this is when it sparked
from my point of view this is when i saw the first clashes of the night
when the police rushed us everybody ran back to avoided being battoned, this is when i came across ian thomlinson on the floor he was sourrounded by
protestors and the american with the megaphone was calling for a medic, the police then come and sourrounded the dude this is when i saw the police
medic put something down his throat,
at this point people were still throwing missiles at the police, but i truly believe this is because of the police tactics and people were so angry at
being hit for no reason, at this point everybody continued up the street as the police forced us up the road, the last i saw of ian i saw was him
being carried off behind a police cordon.
further up the road there was an ambulance followed by 2 riot van escorts,
there was a brief stuggle between the me and a few other protestors because we got our wires crossed we all wanted to let the ambulance pass but some
thought that others didnt want to let it through? sorry if it is hard to follow its hard to put into words
anyways we let the ambulance go past but bricked both police vans and they proceeded to turn tail and drive off, i spent the rest of the night
fighting with the police untill they pushed us back all the way to london 1 bridge i think its called believe me everybody tried to fight back but
nobody was ready for the heavy handed ness and it caught everybody off gaurd,
but this is not the end of the story, the day after the riots i heard there was going to be a peacefull march in memory of ian so i decided to catch a
train up there and pay my respects, i caught the train to bank station and was suprised to find it open as on the day of the riots it was closed
i came to the statue of the horse outside the BOE which was boarded up, it was covered with hundreds up messages from people paying there respects
there was candles there for him it was so moving
i spent most of the night there because i bumped into a few lads who i had met who was locked in the box with me the day of the riots, we decided to
get some drinks and pay our respects to ian by being merry
anyways i wrote several messages for ian, but as the space on the boards filled up i was running out of space, i borrowed a pen of one of the guys
there and without thinking signed a message on the floor, it read rest in peace ian you shall not be forgotten change will come with my name
underneath a short time after this several police van