"So we marched - Feb 15 2003. I took to the streets and marched.
I believed we could make a difference. We marched together, parades of people buzzing with hope and fear. A warm optimism overcame me and I actually believed we could change things ... couldn't we? After September 11th I felt the world was different What happened in Afghanistan angered and appalled me and now they wanted to do the same to Iraq? I had to do something, anything, before it was too late and I wasn't alone.
I thought they would have to listen if millions of people around the globe stood up to to voice their opinions. I felt we were doing something worthwhile, something good. But no matter how far we marched along those crowded streets, no matter how long we sat on the road at Piccadilly Circus in the cold surrounded by uniforms; no matter how often we marched in other parts of the country; in the end it's governments who wage war and Britain still invaded Iraq.
Now I know they didn't listen, still don't listen to me, to us, to their daughters, their sons, parents, grandparents - so what was the point? War will continue. The world hasn't changed. But at least I was there and at least I tried. We have to keep trying. Without hope, what is there?"
