Peace demonstrations are tedious events. The speakers say trivial things, the audience applauds at the right moments, somebody sings a song, another releases some white doves, a third reads a poem. Only platitudes and slogans are spoken. The thrill, if there is one, comes from seeing people you love and from confronting those who regard you as an object of hatred. But this particular demonstration seemed relaxed, well-organised and over-protected. The numerous policemen surrounding us were there not to oppose us, but to keep order.
We, two veterans of the peace movement with two teenage children, spent most of the…
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