‘Thank goodness you are here!’ someone shouted, and a coach driver ran over to greet us. He was bussing them all in, but was an arch Leaver, and a UKIP voter. His colleague was the same. We talked about everything and how angry we were that they thought they could scupper democracy.
This proved to be a theme for the day – Brexiteers coming over to say hello and thank us for being there. We were the main focal point for them as they were all incognito. There were 6 of us to start – and throughout the day phone calls came through from other Ukippers trying to meet up with us – slowly we were all deciding we could not leave our city to these traitors even for one day!
We knew we had done the right thing – all Brexiteers are feeling depressed at the moment – being together and doing something helped. And as I always say, no day spent campaigning for Brexit is ever wasted. At least 3 people asked for our details and said they were going to join, and a few even stood with us.
‘Its too dangerous for you – the marchers are coming!’ I turned to see a policeman, full of concern, standing behind us. They had been alerted we were there and wanted to move us away from the square. The remainers were on their way. I gave my details as leader of the group, and the police said we had done nothing wrong, they were just worried about us, and someone had complained about us being there! In MY city! My HOME!
We eventually moved to the railings where the monument to the murdered policeman rests, giving a couple of interviews along the way. We felt like a complete novelty to the press – but the ‘secret’ Brexiteers waiting around to see the march were grateful for our presence.
The police were still worried about us but still unable to persuade us to move on for our safety, they allocated us our own policeman who was unbelievably kind and supportive. He didn’t argue with anything we said and agreed to photos as well. He seemed fascinated but also pleased that we were making such a stand. We found other Brexiteers by the railings holding up signs and braving the wrath soon to come.
And come it did. Soon the Remoaners arrived in their thousands with their placards and foreign (EU) flags. A photographer whispered to us he was a Lever too and took our photo. Others whispered their support too. We stood our ground for an hour while they heaved past us. The money they have is unreal – celebrities, huge screens all down the streets, loud music, loudspeakers, trucks, you name it, they had thrown their wealth at this, and seemed very pleased with themselves. So we enjoyed the aghast expressions on their faces even more when they saw our UKIP rosettes and flag. It was becoming even more worth it!
Eventually we started to tire so decided to make our way to a Weatherspoons pub. Our policeman shouted over to one of our members ‘They’re off to the pub!’ for me. The crush was huge, but I felt sure we would break free soon, but it got worse as we pushed along.
‘What’s UKIP doing here?’ ‘Brexit is… uh oh!’ when they saw us. Children with ‘B***cks to Brexit’ and ‘Sh**e’ on their T-shirts. Dirty looks. Arguments. Pushing, shoving, shouting, tutting. It was all too much as tried to get out and eventually we all lost each other. Two of our chaps had to have a police escort to get through and the crowd were of course disgusted that UKIP were being looked after…
Stuck in a corner, Tom Watson was announced. Get me out of here I thought! Then a load of drivel bellowed out on their expensive microphones about how all medicine for all serious illnesses would immediately be unavailable… I started to sweat… the speeches were worse than the crush…I felt sick and it wasn’t the overcrowding but the nauseating drivel…
Along the way we gathered supporters, some we lost in the crowd, but even once we reached the pub Brexiteers ‘incognito’ came over to chat and have a drink with us.
Was it worth it? Yes it was. No one marches through my city demanding we destroy democracy, calling us racists and idiots, without us trying to do something about it. We weren’t taking it lying down and we didn’t. This is our home – the land of democracy – are we now to be dictated to by traitors and have a foreign flag flown everywhere?
The worst thing? The majority were white British – and they hate their own people, culture and country.
Are we finished? Have we lost? Not if we have anything to do with it….!