Someone who went on the climate march didn’t see the organisers taking the coffins away from protesters and calling for police support.
He did however comment “that there were more young faces in the crowd than usual“.
Memories are funny things. I remembered at that moment my grandfather and one of the recollections he shared with me of his time in the war. He’d joined the British Army as a ‘boy soldier’ in 1925, then found himself in China in 1929, and Palestine in the mid-late 30s. He went to France with the British Expeditionary Force in 1939. Then in 1940, as everyone fled to Dunkirk, he missed the boat, literally. The next two weeks involved getting to ports just after the Germans. He finally managed, by this time having gathered other soldiers with him, to commandeer a French fishing boat and sail to the UK. Otherwise he’d have spent five years as a Prisoner of War.
Anyway, the particular thing he told me was that during that two weeks, at one point they encountered a whole bunch of troops sent over from Britain, bright-eyed and eager to engage the enemy. By this time he’d been a soldier for almost 15 years, and he knew which way was up. He was dismayed, sad for them and angry with the politicians who could send troops on a pointless exercise that could at very best end with their capture, simply as a gesture to a defeated ally.
And this is the icky bit. I’m not comparing us climate change veterans to soldiers who’ve been shot at (and done some shooting too, of course). But the dynamic – of the young ones who know no better being keen, while everyone else is weary, seems to apply.