The recent upsurge in direct action happens to have coincided with the birth of my first child, and for the past 18 months she has accompanied me on a number of demonstrations and occupations. Admittedly, we gave the Slut Walk a miss: if I’d turned up with a six-month-old little girl in a boob tube I’d have rightly been arrested on the spot.
She had a great time in the family tent at Occupy St Paul’s, but I’m afraid she may not have quite grasped the communal ethos of the camp – when we got home I discovering a stolen crayon secreted in her pocket.
