Bill McKibbin wrote about the People’s Climate March on 21 September here:

“There were cavalcades of nuns, brass bands, kids in strollers, all of them diverse in the way that only New York can be diverse. In this odd new world I could watch aerial drone feeds of the whole long line on my phone as I stood under the Jumbotron screen in Times Square, which was broadcasting video of big solidarity marches in Paris, London, Melbourne, and Rio.”

My family and I were among the marchers in Melbourne – promoted as the first major city to start the march across 166 countries. In New York over 310,000 people marched. In Melbourne we joined over 30,000. In London over 40,000. The People’s Climate March has been called “the largest climate change protest in global history.”

Our little pocket of the crowd came complete with a band of drummers, some excellent singers, and a mat-black trombone. We danced our way past the Victorian Parliament House and into Treasury Gardens. I half expected to be walking with dreadocked hipsters, but most of the people around us had grey hair, or were pushing strollers. Afterwards we caught the train home, sitting with others wearing their protest t-shirts or carrying one of the green hearts. As we got further out into the suburbs where we live the sense of solidarity increased – we weren’t the only ones who made the pilgrimage into the city.