By nothing more than a coincidence I came by the worlds smallest demonstration for peace today. It was held at the square in front of the Parliament, and what initially attracted me was the music and the bright colors. Women and children from all over the country had contributed to the ribbon, with handmade messages of peace and love, inspired by The Ribbon event that took place in Washington in 1985. On a truck a young man with a speaker phone was preaching to a small quire, arguing that the living conditions for the poor in Denmark, a fast growing population, is the price we pay for being at war.
All the Danish politicians had to do was lean out of the windows to see how small a part of the population gives a crap. It was truly heartbreaking. I learned that the peace watch has been present on the square every single day for nine years since Denmark joined the war in Afghanistan.
As I left the small gathering, I was wondering if we as a people have given up on the idea that we can make a difference? That anyone will hear us? I can't help but compare us to the French, a people who in my opinion understands the concept of solidarity, and who knows how to stand together and make themselves heard. Today it seemed like nobody was listening.
Welfare now, not war.
No to war.