The day after the riots: a student reflects

It is the day after our protest: my placard has been put behind the wardrobe for safekeeping, while my vocal chords recover from the two hours of screaming, “No Ifs, No Buts, No Education Cuts,” and footage of the Millbank ransacking has been posted on every news website for the entire world to see. It’s a strange feeling watching the videos of the first window being broken, and a copper’s hat being lobbed into the crowd, and thinking, I was one of those early onlookers; (fortunately we had the foresight to move on before the real violence started). The fact that a record breaking number of people made the arduous journey to London has now become overshadowed by the actions of a small minority, and I am left sitting on the fence, unable to decide how I feel about their destruction. Naturally, I am disappointed that nearly all the media coverage is concerned with the fires and roof-climbers, and very little of it focuses on the positive aspects- the drummers and the people who were dancing at one point, or the inspiring speech from the N.U.S. president, for example. The footage depicts the march as something really scary, which is as far away from how I felt being there as Hull is from China. Not only that, there was also a general concern raised on the journey back to Hull that the politicians might not take us seriously in light of the violence.

 
However, did they ever intend to take us seriously? In the march’s aftermath, Cameron asserts that he will not be budged in his plans to increase the fees. It is also telling that the Metropolitan police estimated the number of protesters at a mere 15,000, compared to the 52,000 that did attend the march. Such a drastic underestimation shows their lack of awareness about how strongly we feel about the cutbacks. You only have to look on people’s blogs or read comments from students printed in newspaper articles to see the anger and political disillusionment that is rife within the student population. Even among those of us who wanted to demonstrate peacefully there was that stamp of anger repeated over and over on everyone’s faces, and that is something I won’t forget in a hurry.
Yesterday was history in the making and as the N.U.S. president said in his speech, it is only the beginning of the struggle. But is it also the beginning of something else? Given the strong public feeling and the actions that small groups of extremists are prepared to take, does yesterday mark the start of a period of political unrest that hasn’t been seen in Britain since the sixties and seventies? If so, it will be on a much greater scale given that the number of students has risen since then, and if politicians continue to keep on ignoring the people they are supposed to represent, it is possible that there will be more events like Millbank in the future. I certainly don’t condone the violence, and yet at the same time I can’t find it in me to condemn them either. I like what the politicians are trying to do less and what are people supposed to do when they keep on lying to us and ignoring our interests? It isn’t students who made the country damn-near bankrupt, yet we’re among those they expect to foot the bill, while the powers-that-be received their education as a right, not a luxury. Although I don’t like the way they chose to express it, I can certainly appreciate their anger.
Yesterday was one of the most memorable days of my life so far- and I mean that in a positive way that’s not influenced by Millbank. I would therefore urge my fellow Hullians who didn’t get the chance to go yesterday, to not be put off by protesting. It’s a fantastic experience, and it’s something you can look back on and say you were a part of. Millbank won’t deter me from attending another protest. The placard I came home with will be lying dormant for a little while, but I’ll certainly be marching again.