Here's the intro:
Ayoung woman with aquamarine hair is striding around with a megaphone leading a call and response, as a policewoman watches from a distance on a Bristol street.
“Trans rights are human rights!”
The motley crowd of students answer as one: “Trans rights are human rights!”
“Protect trans students!”
“Protect trans students!” they parrot.
Then she gets a little over-aerated: “Terfs can suck my boy d---.”
Nobody says a word, they just shuffle uncomfortably.
Terfs, in case you don’t know, are “trans-exclusionary radical feminists”. This loosely translates as “any woman who doesn’t want some bloke claiming to be a lady joining her in the changing rooms in Monsoon, or a boy saying he’s a girl sharing a tent and, quite possibly, a shower with their daughter at a summer camp started by former PM David Cameron.”
In effect, Terfs are those who disagree with the militant orthodoxy that anyone “identifying” as a woman must have full access to single-sex spaces – be they public loos, rape crisis refuges, female prisons or women’s sport.
Sensing she might be losing her crowd, Aquamarine then reels her angry acolytes back with a more familiar incantation: “Trans women are women!”
A woman in a Harris tweed coat passing by catches my eye, pauses and observes with perfect timing: “But they’re not, are they?”