LOUISE CALLAGHAN
Away from the ugly scenes of the protests, calmer voices make a plea for decency
Crowds clash with police opposite the houses of Parliament as the try and move towards the Cenotaph
JOSHUA BRATT FOR THE SUNDAY TIMES
On the escalators by Marble Arch Underground station, four far-right protesters were doing their best to look invisible. One had a can of lager in his hand, another wore a pin with an England flag on. And all around them, from the train doors to the Pret around the corner, were Muslims and leftwingers and people with suspiciously pink hair. They were deep in enemy territory. And everyone was finding it unbearably awkward
“Errr, after you,” said one of the far-right group, as a Muslim family stopped to let them walk across their path.
“Thanks,” replied the father, whose children were carrying signs reading: Free Palestine.
“Lovely day,” said a blonde woman with a Union Jack, who told me she had come to “respect the
