My friend Heike invited me to go to Manchester with her to what was billed as a “peace flash-mob” outside the central library at rush-hour. It was organised by Buddhists and Quakers. It was silent. Most people knelt and meditated for half an hour. I stood stock still and silent, holding a banner.
Passers-by – of which there were many – seemed generally very interested. Many stopped to watch for a while. Were they getting into the spirit of the thing? or were they waiting for something to happen?
It was a powerful half hour witness, and I was pleased to be there. But I wouldn’t call it a “flash-mob.”
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