I braved a cold Auckland day and a sprained ankle to go down to Queen Street this afternoon. I made it just in time to meet the anti-sexual violence march which was making its way along a Queen Street packed with men and women (but yes mainly men) of every colour bunched along its edges. Although most of the crowd weren’t amassed for the protest, most of them respected the protesters right to voice their opinions with only a few drunken jeers heard. Then there were half naked woman. I was freezing wrapped up in a winter coat and jacket but yet women of all shapes and sizes who made the decision to have their breasts on display (yes there was a lot of silicone out and about) in the biting winds. The drag queens got the biggest cheers and as they did I thought to myself how lucky we are in New Zealand that we can have this sort of public event (both the protest and the parade itself) and not have it (touch wood) erupt in violence.
Sometimes we forget we are a lucky to live in such a country.