It is by any measure a small gathering.
In Trafalgar Square. The tourists are distracted elsewhere by the performers and gather round the free entertainment. The contortionists who torture themselves for a few coins freely given. Who can blame them. They are on holiday. And the actors need the money. Screaming out for pleasure.
Yards away a band of mainly older women gently guide a modest protest. Against crime. And torture. And liberty taken. It is the most gentle of rallies. Women speak and women arrange the order of things here in what must be known as our freedom square. Named after Nelson and Trafalgar.
Louise Christian, a lawyer, who if she did not exist free men would still be rotting in gaol. She says the balance is still against the innocent.
Do we listen?
It is striking that women, when they meet they hug and kiss. And they are friendly. This is an observation from more than today's meeting.
The leaders of nations should be ashamed by these quiet women. And their friends.
Not good. Not fair.
They don't fight. With violence. Or angry words. Still less bombs.
Here they stay. To bear witness.
Guantanamo Bay is a decade old close to this day.
