Saturday in London was nothing short of historic. I got into the capital early, around half ten, and already the train station was absolutely rammed. By the time we got off at Blackfriars, the sight was jaw-dropping.
The crowd stretched from the station, across the bridge, spilling into countless roads ahead. This wasn’t a handful of protestors; this was a tidal wave of ordinary Britons who had simply had enough.
It took me the best part of two hours just to work my way through that crowd, trying to edge closer to the front, attempting to do some media work. But I’ll tell you this, I couldn’t move ten yards without being stopped.
Hundreds of people, all polite, decent folk who recognised me from GB News, wanted a word, a selfie, or simply to tell me to keep speaking up for their grandkids.
Old women in tears, fathers with children, professionals, tradesmen, nurses, cab drivers, people from every walk of life. And here’s the thing, not once in those two hours did I see aggression, racism, or anything the mainstream media would have you believe. What I witnessed was a carnival atmosphere, a festival of patriotism and free speech.
What I witnessed at the march was not division but hope — and that terrifies the establishment — Adam Brooks | Getty Images
People spoke to me about their kids, about their worries for the future, about freedoms they feel are being stripped away. Again and again, I heard the same thing: the government does not listen to us, the establishment is working against us, and that’s exactly why they were there - not for one man, not for one group, but because they themselves feel voiceless in a country that is supposed to pride itself on democracy.
By the time we reached Whitehall and the main stage, I turned and looked back. What I saw was simply staggering, a sea of people, a sea of Union Jacks, St George’s flags, with Irish, Welsh and Scottish flags amongst them. They stretched as far as the eye could see, and let me tell you, the pathetic estimations being thrown around of 50,000 are insulting.
I’ve spent years seeing crowds at football grounds, concerts, and demonstrations. What I witnessed on Saturday was somewhere between three-quarters of a million and a million people. That’s the truth, that’s what Westminster won’t want you to hear.
And despite all the demonisation of Tommy Robinson, despite the constant smears and the prison headlines, this protest rally was one of the biggest the capital had ever seen.
People were there because of themselves, because of their families…I was there because I’ve got three kids, two daughters, and I’m terrified of the world they’re growing up in.
I live near the Bell Hotel in Epping, and I’ve been vocal about that situation. Only a mile or two from me, a 14-year-old girl was sexually assaulted. That’s why I marched, because I won’t sit back while this government gaslights parents like me and pretends everything is fine.
The crowd was diverse, too. Black faces, brown faces, working class, middle class…all standing shoulder to shoulder. Many told me directly that they came to smash the lie that this was a “racist” event.
And yes, I didn’t agree with everything every speaker said, but that’s the point, that’s free speech. If we only allowed words we 100 per cent agree with, we’d already be in a dictatorship.
Now, let’s look at the facts. Out of hundreds of thousands of people, there were around 25 arrests. That’s it. Compare that with the pro-Palestine marches recently, with masked Antifa cowards attacking police.
On Saturday, I didn’t see one mask, not one person hiding their face on ‘our side’. These people owned their beliefs, and they stood proudly, without shame. Whereas the counter protest was full of hidden, soulless faces.
This march sent shockwaves through Westminster. MPs who have sneered at us, called us “far right” or “racist,” are now staring at the reality that their jobs are on the line. Britain is waking up, Britain is uniting, and we’re saying clearly no to racism, no to hatred, and no to this authoritarian government that despises its own people.
We want a united Britain, one where people have the power again, where politicians represent us again, and not rule us.
What I saw Saturday wasn’t division. What I saw was hope - and that terrifies the establishment.