An occasional blog, arguing with myself as to the war between new and old strategies for progressive change, from the shores of clicktivism to the heights of dedicated activism. That argument started here went a bit wyrd and then ended up somewhere very peculiar indeed.
Wednesday, 4 June 2003
These are not the spies you are looking for
This is a bit of a retrospective of one of the first actions I was involved in, the occupation of the home office building site and a cautionary tale of police surveillance and bad directions.
The case was simple, the plywood used in the hoardings of a building site came from the Indonesian rainforest, was illegally felled, illegally exported and then landed at Tilbury, became legal once more? And bought by Government contractors contrary to a great deal of Government policy.
As an action it was a near disaster, the police were waiting, knew everything and clearly had an infilitrator on the team. Somehow in the face of 100+ police coming our way, the climbers sprang over the fence and up the crane without a snag. The rest of us found ourselves dogged at every turn by big burly offices of the Met.
Hypothetically I might have done some fly posting, but this seemed suicidal cheeky and so instead a somewhat more sedate role leafleting government buildings – in this case MI5, some considerable walk away.
Well a considerable walk later, and some leafleting outside a charismatic building in Vauxhall, a nice security chap asked us to move on, as we were drawing attention to their secret HQ. Seemed a bit odd, as the building was in a bond movie, but he did nicely clarify that we were outside the wrong building and MI5 was back the way we’d come. So much for my direction sense.
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