my reports thus far have been rather descriptive as, with the possible exception of the faslane blockade, the events i was invovled in up to the point i left edinburgh were variations on the traditional protesting techniques (conferences, marches, rallies) that i'm pretty well rehearsed in now. on arriving in stirling for the eco-camp/"horizone" (or if you're in the mainstream media, "eco-camp" for full disdain), i was introduced to a whole new situation (the protest camp) from which i learnt a great deal about protest tactics, and anarchist organising.
we got there late on tuesday night to find stirling crawling with police. managed to get a lift with a dissent minibus on its way back from dropping people off in the ochil hills. the mood at the site was tense to say the least, and it had very much the feel of a place under siege. found our way to the nottingham bario and got a briefing from a. apparently most people had already left in affinity groups to spend the night in the hills walking towards blockade points in the morning. our remaining options were to either join the 'suicide march' (mass-walkout of militant types in the early hours), rapidly form our own affinity group, or wait til the morning (risking a police blockade of the site) and join the kids bloc. in my mind we were never going to be sufficiently prepared to walk out into wild terrain, or find enough like-minded people, in a few hours. whilst i see the tactical usefulness of militant marches, my general feeling is that my panicky nature and extreme displeasure with having the shit kicked out of me by well-armed thugs, generally mean that i chicken out (for the good of fellow marchers as much as my own). attending their meeting confirmed this was the right move. a detailed plan already seemed to have been formulated which was only referred to by name, and they were going to leave in less than an hour anyway. we waited to watch them go, in what looked like a column of well over 500. well... i didn't pack any black clothes anyway.
we ended up having brief sleep in the sumac centre's marquee before waking to the sound of incoming reports from the suicide march on speaker phone. things sounded pretty hectic out there, but they'd made it to the m9 and were successfully blockading which was a pretty impressive feat. as expected, the police had thrown a cordon around the site, so i ended up spending the morning as usefully as i could helping n. serve tea and coffee for
veggies. by around midday the kids block were getting ready to go tho, and despite getting a few odd looks for wanting to join them, me and s. found a space in the van of a local carpenter, crammed in with a group of travellers, an irish guy in a straw hat, and some girls from
the findhorn community. our driver was a legend - he tore down the roads steaming through or round police stop and search points, egged on by our newfound pikey friends. we passed a trashed kfc which raised our spirits further. amazingly we managed to get within sight of the gleneagles perimeter fence before being section 60ed. being searched for weapons in a van full of power tools and saws was interesting, but the tayside coppers believed our story (altho they spent a lot of time trying to get as much personal info out of us as possible, making notes on physical appearence, etc.) For the second stop and search the police decided it wasn't safe to have about 9 of us crammed in the back of the van and forced everyone who wasn't sat up front to proceed on foot. not too bad as there only a few miles to go (police whizzing all around on scrambler bikes, quads, 4x4s and even a chinook helicopter).
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a few miles further on, we came to a bridge over the a9 3/4 mile from gleneagles hotel, which had been occupied by an impromtu kids picnic. we joined in and tried to avoid the glares of the fully kitted up riot cops stopping us from proceeding. spent a few hours partying with a sound system, samba, etc. before they closed in and forced us back. managed to chat to some of the critical massers and it seemed like the day's blockades had been a success. for a nice collection of materials attempting to summarise what went on, check out
this article. our driver had buggered off unfortunately so we were forced to walk in the rain to auchterarder to find transport.
got there to find a huge police presence and a few nottingham peeps, whom we accompanied to a local drinking establishment. they were showing sky news which had plenty of footage of people breaking through the fences at the earlier g8 alternatives march, and being soundly twatted by the police. provoked a lot of rage, but not as much as when tony blair came on to sermonise. finally got word from the dissent transport crew and went out into the street to be picked up... just in time to see hundreds of police break up an impromtu gathering in the main street and arrest a clown. bastards!
back to horizone (stupid bloody name) to chill, catch up with other people and reflect on the days events. the site by day was a beautiful place, situated in a bend in the river forth and surrounded by the wallace monument on one side, and stirling castle on another. food was always filling and cheap, and usually very tasty too. hygiene arrangements were a little suspect (friday saw an outbreak of dysentry raise it's ugly head) but it was the chemical toilets rather than the compost ones that were to blame. most of the jobs that needed doing seemed to get done voluntarily (i ended up doing a bit of shitpit digging, a security shift, and a lot of food prep) although at times it seemed that the conscientious minority were doing all the work for the rest (grumble, grumble). decisions were made by consensus decision making in site meetings in a big marquees, which were supposedly attended by bario (neighbourhood) delegates (spokespersons), but this system didn't quite end up working. barios were also supposed to have regular meetings to discuss matters too, but ours ended up not doing this as often as would have been +trully+ democratic i felt. the problem was one of lack of communication rather than a lack of awareness about the need for direct democracy. the demographics of the site were overwhelmingly white which took a bit of adjusting to, and, despite the presence of a "wimmin space" and queer bario, patriarchy could be said to be having a fair influence over certain things, such as who ended up volunteering in the notts kitchen. but then, it would be hard to move straight to utopia in one fell swoop. it was certainly an inspiring experience to be involved in this temporary autonomous zone. despite the constant police harassment in the form of constant helicopter surveillance, semi-permanent search cordons and even bringing evidence gathering crews with cameras up to the sit perimeter, it was a place that we could feel safe in.
still more to come...