After two days of abuse, two days of mass arrests, two days in which we witnessed how a country without a constitution behaves, today the movement won it’s first big victory.
The (legal) No Borders demo left an hour late because it’s organisers had been arrested. The march was peaceful but determined, linking arms tight to form chains around the edges, chanting slogans and singing to the storm troopers as they escorted us.
The tension levels simmered as we approached the MoD and the police lines thickened. Suddenly, we stopped. We were at the ministry of defence. We held tight, braced for impact and… Nothing. Minutes passed, our chains weakened. It became clear we had not got a plan. The people with the plan were in a cage somewhere in Copenhagen.
The demonstration moved on to parliament square and became illegal.
For several minutes two thousand people danced, chanted and sang along to the tunes blasting from the party bus. The huge orange globe was ripped from its tethers and dragged back and forth across the square, then right into the centre of town. The police were a mess: they repeatedly tried to kettle us but we broke through their lines. We began marching towards Christiania.
As we made our final approach the police made one last effort to break through our lines and detain people. We repelled them and for a moment everything seemed like it was about to kick off. Then a message came blasting from a tannoy:
“Please keep calm and continue marching.”
The cops were scared. They retreeated. We had won, and we marched to Christiania.
A few hours later the black blocwere denied entry to Christiania. They set fire to a car nearby. It was all the pretext the police needed.
Hundreds of riot police descended upon the squat community, firing tear gas and handing our beatings in a vicious revenge attack. Over 150 arrests were made. Make no mistake: this was not policing. It was payback.
All eyes are now on Wednesday and the Reclaim Power Rally. Copenhagen waits on the doorstep of history.
