On 26 November, a vigil was held here in London in solidarity with protestors in Ferguson against Darren Wilson’s non-indictment. I went for a number of reasons: solidarity to the protestors all across the U.S., cathartic healing for the intense pain I’ve been feeling about the constant presence of black death at the hands of the State, and curiosity about what a solidarity event would look like some 4,196 miles away from where it all began. In my first post, I noted my sadness about leaving Chicago and the U.S. at a time where I felt I was most needed. I thought this would be an opportunity for me to feel as if I was doing something useful, despite being so far away.
I am currently working on a project for the final assessment of my practical course this term. The project I’m doing looks at the relationship between political protests and social mobility and I approached the march as both a participant and documenter. This ultimately gave me a disconnected perspective. In my attempt to capture everything that was happening through video using my DSLR, and live-tweets, photos, and audio recording on my phone, I missed a lot of what was actually occurring around me. For example, I didn’t notice until I went through all the footage this week that the crowd was predominately white and that there were quite a few agitators present attempting to redirect attention from State violence against black bodies, solidarity with Ferguson, and Black Lives Matter. I’m glad I went because my curiosity of what could have happened would have made me regret the decision had I not. However, I’m disappointed that it was dominated by white lefties and wasn’t a cathartic experience of solidarity with other activists and like-minded folks here as I hoped it would be.
Below are some photos from my phone.