Protesting in public is one of the staples of Left-wing culture. Whereas the phrase “Right-wing demonstrators” seems unnatural and hence sinister, “Left-wing protesters” are a familiar part of the political landscape. The Czech novelist Milan Kundera hit the nail on the head. “What makes a leftist a leftist is not this or that theory but his ability to integrate any theory into the kitsch called the Grand March… the splendid march on the road to brotherhood, equality, justice, happiness; it goes on and on, obstacles notwithstanding, for obstacles there must be if the march is to be the Grand March.” The aim is to be part of an emotionally fulfilling event, comparable with a pop festival or a football final, but with the addition of a heady claim to wisdom, virtue and the blessing of history.
Palestine has become the latest stage in the Grand March (hence “Queers for Palestine”). It cannot seriously be thought that demonstrating and chanting in London will produce any detectable effect in Gaza. But that is not the purpose. For a minority, Palestine is a pretext to disrupt and weaken a system they regard with contempt – that is, Western-style liberal democracy. For many, protesting is a satisfaction in itself. I walked through a demonstration in Parliament Square a fortnight ago, and much of it was made up of families with children, having an exciting day out and expressing their community identity. Does the participation of proud little boys waving placards provided by the Socialist Workers Party make it less or more worrying for the future? It depends on whether you think such demonstrations are just letting off steam, or that they are normalising hate speech and giving rabble rousers the glamour derived from flouting the law with impunity.