The beginning. London, Marble Arch 20:45 to 21:00 P. M. Three “bobbies” dressed in riot garments. Dark blue helmets and overalls, black boots, plastic round shields, a big camera and a big flash. They charge stubbornly against a mass of demonstrators. The rage explodes among the students ranks. They shout to the policemen. Then they throw them their placards, and the sticks of the placards. Their voices, their fists, their legs try to hit the policemen too… The “bobbies” run and ask for fresh troopers. The reinforcements arrive in a couple of minutes. Suddenly Oxford street, one of the real main streets of our agonic Capitalism, become a little battlefield, full of Police vans that scream to the dark skies where a Met heli surveilled constantly what is going on in the heart of London.
Now is time to run for the demonstrators. The Police reinforcements open their vans doors and their cars trunks. More weapons arrive, more shields, more batons and truncheons, more helmets, more dark blue overalls. It´s war. Or it looks like war. The Met officers shout orders to their men, and women, in a desperate manner. They begin to run overhere and overthere around the Marble Arch and the head (or the end, it depends on your point of view) of Oxford street. At last, two lines of “bobbies” seized the street equiped with helmets and batons. People around looks at them expecting something, hearing how the K-9 units bark nervously against the whole World but specially against any individual -rioter or not- gathered around Oxford street and Marble Arch. Lots of these spectators take pictures with their mobiles. One after the other.
The fight goes on. After seize and secure somtehing that looks like a beachhead in Oxford street, the Police squads march on to Oxford Circus. Before “Selfridges” they mass up and intimidate students and other people gathered there: “Proceed! Carry on!”. The usual bussiness of the Police officers around the whole World. This is: disband people that ever, under their point of view, could become a dangerous mob.
But the true enemy it is not defeated. They fight as they retreat to Oxford Circus. It is 21:15. Few meters before the new target of the Police squads, a typical London bus looks like a destroyed tank. Its engine is broken and its emergency lights twinkle anxiously. Some Police officers look at it confused. As it seems, they try to protect that wounded victim, that has become -even if the “bobbies” around it do not realize- an impressive symbol of that riot that has stopped Christmas shopping in Oxford street and, as people will know the next morning reading the News, menaced the british Crown heir, surronded in his Rolls Royce by a bunch of rioters that, like a new “sansculotterie”, were asking for royal heads chop off…
The road, usually plenty of vehicles, it is closed. The Metropolitan Police march ahead. The “bobbies” in their riot garments shouts like true XVIIIth century redcoats marching over Lexington or Concord. Some rebellious people, in fact a couple of young women, dare to shout them “Cops, go home!” from the almost empty sidewalks of Oxford street. One officer looks back to them, the baton and the round shield ready, but he does nothing, perhaps satisfied with the sudden silence among the ranks of these unquiet spectators.
Next stop: Oxford Circus. There is no resistance found overthere. The trouble is now placed in the other main street of british Capitalism: Regent´s.
Exactly before “Hamley´s”. There, Police officers capture different enemies, surrounding them, forming with their huge bodies a cage for students that look amused and scared at the same time. The Press tries to get pictures. In fact “the Picture”. Almost in vain.
But this is not the end of Oxford street battle. The enemy is not completely defeated. They run to their usual “Op center”: Trafalgar square, but the Police push and push them until they must cross the bridge before the Houses of Parliament, beneath the iced eyes of Boadicea.
At 23:45 the event it is over. Some grievous wounded but no real bloodshed. Nevertheless the scene is quite uneasy: Police vans, amidst the misty atmosphere, surronding the Houses of Parliament and the Met heli pointing to the ground with its pale finger of light. The whole thing looks like a nightmare directly come out from the brain of Aldous Huxley or the pen of George Orwell.
Yes, it is over. London go ahead. Bussiness, balls, concerts and parties, really posh and not-so-posh, go on as usual. Elegant limus sleep in the street really close to homeless. Partygoers run back to their houses. And demonstrators too. Drunken people shout and laugh along Picadilly or Oxford street. Other drunkards, not so elegant, sleep overthere and overhere. But, no doubt, the riot has happened. Today and some days before. And the students leaders will tell tomorrow, to the “Evening Standard” or to a really infuriated “Daily Telegraph” -that asked for rioters heads chop off- or, in fact, wherever, that demonstrations are going to hit London after Christmas season, until the Lib-dem government will stop the cuts on Education. And they do not give a damn about how this is going to destroy the image of British Economy as a really reliable one before the eye-without-eyelid of the New God that rules the World from 2007 onwards: the Financial Market…
Then, should speculators, include Great Britain among the P. I. G. countries after this new, dangerous, battle of a war against a restrictive Budget that has lasted weeks?
In fact, the London riots are becoming as intense, and continuous, as those that, by other means and reasons, have destroyed Greece…
Before such evidences speculators could consider, indeed, that their new victim should be the riotous Britain not the calm, quiet, Spain or the even more calm, quiet, Portugal. If there is today in Europe a country looking really unreliable, a country with its streets and shops threatened by infuriated mobs that destroy them, this is Britain, obviously… Or, the contrary to their usual message on P. I. G. countries, do we must expect that these speculators against spanish and portuguese bonds invest in such a country, the one depicted in this article and its pictures?
We got the answer to that question: Positively. Do you think that this is a ridiculous, even eccentric, illogical, answer?, a nonsense? Not at all. The explanation is really easy.
In first place, Britain it is an strong, lovely, country that, more tan probably, could end these troubles as well as they have managed other crisis like the Spithead Mutiny in 1797, Peterloo, the riotous strikes after the First World War or the Poll Tax riots under baroness Thatcher government.
In second place, currency in Britain is the sterling pound, not the euro. That put to an end the quarrel. Speculators want to destroy the European Union currency. Not the sterling pound.
This is why Britain could be set on fire by its own people that this would not scare, not a bit, the investors or excite the primary instincts of speculators and journalists who, as it seems, could see the future inside their crystal balls and act like lil´ gods naming, as they like, the saved and the damned in this economic apocalypse.
As well as this, the political and intellectual elites of countries like Spain have made the half part of this dirty, vile, work, allowing to people like that to mock, ridiculize, discredit, their own country -in novels, movies, newspapers and etc…- during decades without a single word of reply. This is how that fake History of P. I. G. countries has been written. This is why reliable countries are marked as victims and unrest countries like Britain are left alone with their own, deep, troubles to fix restrictive Budgets. Nothing more and nothing less. This is the whole truth, or at least an important part of it, about the euro crisis. The evidences of that undeniable facts were quite obvious along Oxford and Regent street during the night of 9th december…