The doors are open! So many people are in Lower Parliament Hall now, it’s clear to us just how much love was being kept at bay by the black suited minions of authority, subservient to the gnarled whims of their covetous masters.
No, that’s hyperbole, I’m too glowing now the doors are open, the heaters are on and I can post freely to muster the requisite righteous anger. Getting hugs and chocolate is a massive boost to the chilly occupiers who have been here for the last two days.
Just a note to some of the negative mutters I have heard about myself and my merry comrades. Look, even if we knew in advance that the University would not budge on a single point as a result of this occupancy,(though negotiations will continue) we would still be just where we are now. Why? Because we know the stand the student population across the country is making to defend the noble ideals of Education and the rightful futures of young people five or ten years hence, and we would have felt cowards not standing with them. The message is being made loud and clear to the government and their supporters that they cannot act without reaction, cannot push without us pushing back. Even here, in this privileged bubble, our voice joins that message and becomes a shout. A shout with a slightly poncy accent maybe, but then Mr Cameron understands slightly poncy accents.
Secondly, this occupation is the start of an angry and motivated anti-cuts movement. Around me now is not the dry discussion of the policy room, or the euphemism of compromise, but hope. The people here are those who hold their ideas in their hearts and vote with their feet. Politically dead? Suck my alternate manifesto.
We keep true to our principals and ideals, true to our comrades, whose solidarity lifts us so high we know we can never be brought down, and true to the hope that things can be changed for the better.
With so much love, the LPH occupiers.