So I’m on the corner of South Terrace and Morphett Street, holding my placard
RELEASE AUNG SAN SUU KYI
with my back to the traffic because I am watching my boys and their after-school friend sitting too high in the tree while they eat their apples;
and then I am watching them kicking a ball around the parklands;
and I am waving madly at them when the ball gets too close to the road;
and I am waving madly at them when they chase the ball too far in the other direction;
and I am waving madly at them when they all pile on the littlest boy and squeeze the breath from his lungs;
and I am shouting at them in a very not-silent-vigil way when they taunt the littlest boy;
when my eldest boy joins me for a moment and looks at my placard, then looks at me, then says in a very stern way ‘Mum! I can’t believe you’re advertising‘.
Thank you for going to that demo.
I received many invitations to go to Martin Place, but I could not go.
Feeling wrecked and fragile, but wishing I could have been waving a placard, vigourous yet silent.
And the kiddies too, well done.
You can’t do everything. I could really only go, because it was on the edge of a park and wasn’t on the steps of Parliament House (did that once with little kids – a bloody nightmare).
Yes, good on you. I too didn’t go but LG went off to uni today in a saffron(ish) shirt (which we apparently do today to show support) – I wonder if anyone she passes will know why?