On the train home. I missed the incident entirely. We were all milling around at speakers corner and the plan was to leave separately so that the activists didn't know who to follow, and Miranda who was very identifiable and therefore easy to follow, took a cab. The protest was, frankly, lacklustre. They had one poster, and every 15 minutes shouted out something about terfs. To be honest it was shaping up to be something of a damp squib.
Me, DS and three other women (including Lily Maynard) went and had a drink, because the plan was to meet at eight at a very specific, private location (little pieces of paper with the postcode were handed out discreetly).
When we got to the location (a private members club) two female transactivists were objecting to the fact that they weren't allowed in, arguing with the doorman.
He eventually came out and put his arm across them so they couldn't enter whilst allowing us through.
We had entirely missed the incident with the poor woman. But people were very upset. A young girl started crying in my arms because she had engaged with the TRAs and was now suffering from shock/ adrenaline/emotion.
The talk went ahead amidst the chanting and shouting outside. It was rushed because it had started late. Suddenly the organiser said we had to wrap it up, because of complaints about the noise.
The plan was to meet at the pub in Leicester Square. Which we did.
I met Julia Long, Sheila Jeffreys and Miranda. As well as pencilsonspace and CuntAmongstThePigeons. Which was a huge highlight.
On leaving the original venue, the police presence was evident. Two women were yelling and telling everyone to fuck off. They were banging on about transwomen being their sisters. I asked them whether transmen were also their sisters/brothers.
Unfuckingsurprisingly I got a slightly confused look and a yeah whatever.
I am hoping that someone recorded the incident. Either way, this poor woman ended up with a bruised face. And transactivists are trying to wriggle out of their disgusting violence.
On the plus side, my son went from interested to radical feminist ally over the course of the evening.