Another strange phenomenon occurred that day. (I wrote this for somewhere else so I can't be arsed editing it too much, so ye can live with the repetition)
In 1984 the GLC held a free ‘Jobs For A Change’ outdoor concert at County Hall/Jubilee Gardens. There were about 10,000 people between the two venues. As a band called the RedSkins played at County Hall, about 60 NF Skinheads attacked the stage and smashed up all the gear.
Mass panic ensued as men women and children fled the onslaught. They were eventually chased off by the crowd, but only after the damage was done. As the chase ensued, a distilling of the pursuers occurred. This resulted in only the most determined still being there when the posse caught some of the master-race. Retribution was swift and resolute and the anti-fascists made their way back, still outraged at the NF launching a successful attack.
On the Jubilee Gardens stage an innocuous outfit called the Hank Wangford band was plodding their way through a Country set. Suddenly a smaller group of Nazi’s, emboldened by their previous victory attacked this stage too. One particularly graphic memory was the Bass guitarist being butted and his ‘Axe’ being swung by a Bonehead straight into the face of the lead singer. This time, the ‘distilled’ crowd were better prepared and nearly all the Fash were captured and set upon by irate punters. There were some brutal kickings being handed out, and well deserved too.
At one stage two coppers had managed to drag two of the beleaguered Boneheads from the mob, and were holding back the crowd using a couple of chairs (a bit like lion-tamers). At this point we were being screamed at by various pacifist types ‘stop it! Stop it! you’re as bad as they are’.
Two women in particular were acting as a kind of human shield and shrieking like banshees. Anyways, someone clipped a copper (nothing major), he went down. So did his mate when he tried to help. We ignored the two cops cos we were only interested in the Boneheads. But as I scanned the scene looking for more lurking Fascists, what did I see but my erstwhile pacifist friends (the banshees) kicking lumps out of the prostrate Plod.
This puzzled me greatly. One minute they were doing exactly what the two cops were doing. i.e putting themselves in physical danger to protect the Bones. The next they were battering the very same policemen!
I enquired afterwards had anybody else noticed this and many had. My friend Joe (who had considerably more experience of this type of thing than me)pushed his glasses back on his nose, and explained this was a common enough occurrence. His analogy was that it was just like the way some people totally change character when they get behind the wheel of a car – so did people when a copper went down in front of them.
He said that whilst the pacifists were
thinking, every sinew urged them to try and stop the violence. Once a cop fell, literally, at their feet ‘animal instinct’ took over – and the faceless uniform in front of them had to pay the price for years of being messed about and abused by coppers. It was a reflex.
He finished by saying that he would bet that nobody was more surprised than the banshees themselves at their reaction and that they would be “at home crying into their lentils and muesli as we speak”. He said it made no odds whether it was the SPG or 'Dixon of Dock Green' people were always taken aback by their deep-seated fear and hatred ofthe police.
Over the next few years I witnessed the same phenomenon several times - not just with coppers but with horizontal fascists too - and heard many anecdotes noting it.
I imagine it would be of scant consolation to the plod in question to know that it was probably ‘nothing personal’ and ‘totally out of character’ for their attackers to behave like that - but it was instructive for me.
It also showed the destructive power that lies inside people that can be tapped into by a little local, contextual leadership (which I would regard as potentially a very
good thing) and also the power of the mob (which can be a mesmerisingly destructive thing).