Today was 18th August 1842 and that date is an important one if you have any connections with the British government. Today the middle class and working class men were preparing for a protest. The protest was a protest held on the same day each year in order to get Harold proctor released from prison, Harold was arrested and beaten by the British police for protesting about the vote for working class.
"Jack is your banner prepared for the protest " shouted Jim ,
It was around 4:25 when jack and Jim eventually left their house, which wasn't much of a house it is a wooden shack with on bedroom. The protest starts at five as that was the time Harold was arrested 10 years ago.
When jack arrived he realised this protest was much bigger than last year, this is only the second one he has been too, the first one was last year and the turnout for last year was around 3,000 men but not this year this year was different. Almost 30,000 men , women and children turned out to protest.
In the middle off the crowd where jack and Jim were stood, stank of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat which was not unusual smell to the majority of London.
It was almost five o'clock and Jane proctor was preparing for her speech. Jane spoke each year in protest of her brothers arrest. She was small with greasy brown hair she wore a cotton ripped brown coat and a torn scarf. Never the less she would not let her wealth get in the way of perusing her brothers wishes.
Everyone who turned up had banners saying "release Harold " everyone was chanting "release Harold "
"Quiet everyone, this time last year my brother was arrested!" The crowd all shout and boo, "I was meant to say wrongly arrested," she opened with the same two lines every year
"Harold is a great man he is trying to make life better for us all,"
"Today we are all her today on a peaceful protest....." She pauses and all the crowd look to the left and see British police guards attacking 15 civilians.
"Everyone run"
5,000 British police were on horses with shields and bats attacking protesters as they whimpered an begged them to stop. "Stop your hurting me" squealed a young boy. The police wouldn't listen they had there orders. All men women and children were scattering not many were fortunate enough to get away uninjured. Many were left on the floor crushed by horses. The area that stunk like sweat alcohol and cigarettes now added a stronger more vicious smell DEATH!!
I describe the scene as 40 giants standing on 5,000 cowering mice.
