DESi is over; the next time this travesty happens again is two years hence, but my sorrow and anger won’t go away. Many people who read Indy media will already understand the irony of the location which plays host to the worlds largest arms fair, so perhaps this is aimed at the heavy handed police who doubtless also trawl this site, and particularly their more perverted colleagues who cannot resist manhandling those young women protestors in their party dresses (how pathetic these big men really are).

From the BBC websites entry on docklands and the Second World War:-

‘The East End suffered greatly in the bombing of the Second World War. Particularly in 1940, endless bombing raids aimed at the docks, factories and the City steadily obliterated much of this part of London. This engendered in the local population a, by now, mythical spirit of defiance and togetherness which the town planners of the 1950s and 1960s did their best to dissipate and destroy with desolate housing schemes. Many families that were not persuaded to leave for suburban estates after the war have since left of their own accord for the greener fields of Essex.’
This shattered community knew very well the brutality of war, and like millions around the globe today.

Tread gently, you arms dealers, and arrogant yuppies, because you tread on the dust of our dead, and everyday heroes betrayed.