I heard one P.O. saying “I encourage you to start leaving now” as he and his partner wandered through the crowd but I could also hear the raised voices of other officers bellowing more confrontational stuff elsewhere.
I left as soon as I felt the mood shift. I’ve been at enough protests to be able to tell when that happens and I’m just not so strong and nimble as I was, so I decided to leave it in the hands of my younger sisters. I went to the quieter vigil (no cops at all) at Poynder’s Court and stayed there for a while. Passers by were stopping to pay their respects and read the messages, a couple of women with their fellas beside them, some of us just alone, holding vigil. Tears aplenty, very little chat. Numbers fluctuated from one or two up to eight or nine, down to just a few again. I stayed about half an hour.
Got home in time to put a candle lantern and a written sign for Sarah Everard on New Park Road, along where she would have walked had she gotten home safely.
As someone else said, it looked a lot as if the cops waited for nightfall before they got busy at Clapham. It was quiet and somber, very focussed on the matter at hand before the cops intervened. It felt private.
But then the cops stopped women from speaking. For me, that was the issue. Women were speaking without a megaphone, their words being repeated by the crowd so everyone could hear. But then police intervened somehow (I was too far back to see what they actually did ) and the cry went up “Let her speak!” It was the utter absurdity and pure hypocrisy in that, I think, that caused the mood to shift. That’s when the chanting started, the crowd calling in unison “whose streets, our streets, no justice no peace” (which seemed to be started by a Black man standing near me... it felt like he’d connected the BLM movement to this, and it felt like Brotherhood) and then “arrest your own”. Seemed to me like cops near me really didn’t like that, a bunch of women calling them out for hypocrisy, that was another little flip moment.
Please excuse the possible romanticism in my interpretation. I can only report what my own observation told me, and I was in an emotional state of mind.