I was proud to see so many of our students out on the streets last Wednesday. Here’s an account of their successful occupation of the Student Union building, with some awesome pictures, though they didn’t get some of my favourite banners:
WE DON’T NEED NO EDUMACASHUN (OBVIOUSLY)
HOW WILL I LEARN TO SPEL?
I CAN’T EVEN AFFORD A PROPER BANNER
FIRST DOBBY DIES – NOW THIS?
And here’s a site with useful information and advice for people planning to protest, as the numbers of people arrested and the fucking disgraceful tactics used by the police escalate (thanks to Charlie for the last link):
Trap people in the open with no water or toilets or space to sit down and it takes a shockingly short time to reduce ordinary kids to a state of primitive physical need. This is savage enough when it’s done on a warm summer day to people who thought to bring blankets, food and first aid. It’s unspeakably cruel when it’s done on the coldest night of the year, in sub-zero temperatures, to minors, some of whom don’t even have a jumper.
Some of them have fainted, and need medical attention, or the loo. They won’t let us out. That’s the point of a kettle. They want to make you uncomfortable, and then desperate, putting your route back to warmth and safety in the gift of the agents of the state. They decide when you can get back to civilisation. They decide when the old people can get warm, when the diabetics can get their insulin, when the kid having a panic attack can go home to her mum.