This is intended as an account of a personal experience, not a debate on the issue involved. Please respect that.
I'm 51 years old and I've never been to a protest rally or march.
Today was my first and it was such fun I think I'd love to do one every week!
First, it involved a 2 hour trip to Brisbane, Queensland's capital city.
I had dinner with the organizer and the keynote speaker the night before, and stayed overnight with my Zaar friend Chrissyo and her daughter Megs (who also joined us for dinner).
After dinner, Megs said, "I'd like to come to that rally tomorrow!" I couldn't have been more proud if she'd been my own daughter.
So, early in the morning, Chrissy, Megs and I got up and got ourselves into the city - Chrissy to work, Megs and I to Parliament House to meet our fellow protestors. It was wet and cold and dark, but we were undeterred!
Americans will be surprised to hear that in Australia, our constitution has been deemed to provide no formal separation of religion and state and that, in our state of Queensland, public education is not secular. We were protesting to have the kind of protections that Americans have through your first amendment.
A fairly rag-tag mob of protesters gathered at the gates of Parliament House, Brisbane, and we brandished placards and handed out information leaflets. Cars tooted, people were interested, and even one politician, on his way into parliament stopped to give us his support. We danced, we sang:
"Cause we've got - (secularity)
Walk - (secularity) talk - (secularity)
Smile - (secularity) ..."
We tried hard to get arrested but all the passing policemen just smiled and waved at us!
I met an old friend I hadn't seen for 15 years or more and we picked up right where we'd left off.
I met some wonderful new friends - both my own age and some great university students.
After the rally we all trekked off to have cappuccinos and cake and then I found myself walking through the city with some exceptionally gorgeous young radicals who walked rather faster than my creaking bones were happy with!
Whatever it is you believe in, I can highly recommend that you stand up for it if you get a chance. It was such fun doing something positive with like-minded people, feeling that I had, at last, taken advantage of my right to 'free assembly' and that, maybe, must maybe, we'd made a tiny bit of difference.
Mother Kooka was rather disappointed that she didn't have to bail me out of the watch house, and evil twin cousin Doug was anxiously awaiting a photo of me being tazered. But, unfortunately, the only photo I have is of me waving a placard and having a heap of fun!
Oh! And I'm wearing a scarf that our own Zaar member, Happy Harry sent me! Thanks Harry! Fortuitously it was in the 'secular' colours of purple and yellow!