I have written many essays and waxed lyrical to anyone who I can pin down about how our civil liberties have been casually eroded over the last 12 years. On the 10th of September I saw, first hand, the state of affairs we are now in.

Not actually the protest I attended.
I had little to do on a Thursday night and having seen an advert on the Space Hijackers website I thought I would pop along to watch them demonstrate outside the annual arms dealer’s dinner in Park Lane.
By the time I got to the Hilton, Park Lane there were probably about 30 protesters. Some were milling around carrying various placards while some were sitting on the floor outside the front door of the hotel. Also in attendance were probably about 100 police officers. Amusingly, the Space Hijackers were dressed in dinner jackets carrying signs saying: ‘Arms Dealer’ with a large arrow. They then followed people going into the dinner pointing their signs as they went.
The police had obviously had enough of the protesters outside the front door and rightly so. They were obstructing entry and exit and getting in the way of the taxis. At was at this point that my sympathy with the Met ended.
Having also decided that they did not want protesters on the street the senior officer decided to invoke Section 14 of the Public Order Act 1986. And for those of you who are in any doubt about what this means:
Section 14 — Imposing conditions on public assemblies
provides police the power to impose conditions on assemblies “to prevent serious public disorder, serious criminal damage or serious disruption to the life of the community”, but the conditions are limited to the specifying of:
the number of people who may take part,
the location of the assembly, and
its maximum duration
An extended line of policemen descended on us and informed everybody that Section 14 had been invoked, as a result if we wanted to protest we would have to make our way to an enclosed pen. The pen happened to be off to one side behind a bush. A few people started telling the 5 – 0 that they didn’t want to be kettled and asked if they would be let out if they wanted to go home. The policeman said that this could not be guaranteed. He also told us we would be arrested if we didn’t move. When asked what for a wouldn’t tell us. I asked him if he thought this was Kafka-esque and received a blank look in reply.
It seems the police had got a little bored of trying to round people up s nobody was keen for a good kettling. We milled around for a bit, I say we but I was off to one side twittering on my phone. A little later the officer in charge had obviously had enough and the line advance once more. By this point I was rather bored and standing next to the bus stop. The line passed me by but the inspector spotted me, pointed and shouted ‘watch that one, he’s been here for half an hour.’ I should probably point out that by this then the only time I had been with the protesters was when I had my short discussion with the copper about Kafka. I was dressed in a suit and standing on Park Lane.
6 policemen circled me and asked what I was doing. I stated that I was waiting for a bus. They asked which bus. I said that bus and pointed at the number 74. The bus pulled up and one of them shouted ‘You’d better get on that bus’ I replied that I would but that the driver hadn’t actually opened the door and this was impeding my journey. Randomly another man in a suit waiting for the bus started yelling ‘You’d better get on that bloody bus, don’t you realise this is east Germany?!’
I was then threatened with arrest. Half of me was inclined to let them arrest me and then have them explain under which piece of legislation I was being held for loitering. I then remembered that I could be arrested for anything and got on the bus. We then had the comedy spectacle of a bus stuck in traffic while 6 policeman stood, staring at a man on the bus through the window.
My thoughts of the day were thus: While we have the right to protest it is on the terms of the people you are generally wanting to protest against. When they’ve decided you’re getting in the way you can be dispersed or kettled at will. The invocation of Section 14 was and is entirely arbitrary, were 30 people holding signs about to commit: “serious public disorder, serious criminal damage or serious disruption to the life of the community” I don’t think so. It seems the Met have 2 gears; soft or hard. At one point I was shoved in the back by a sergeant, if I’d have thought about it on inclined to trouble I could have pulled off a football style dive, I could have taken their shoulder numbers but to what avail?