Having been part of the early days of the protest movement back in the 1960s, what always amazed me was how easily we won our various confrontations with authority. I went along because it was the thing to do, got to meet girls, could exhibit my morality on the cheap and did mildly care about the issues. But over time the realisation grew that it was absolutely riskless. Nothing would ever happen to me as long as I just stayed in the pack. A few of my friends got busted occasionally but they were the loud mouths who drew attention to themselves. They would then be duly carted off before rejoining us in the morning for a coffee, a smoke and a laugh.
I actually saw this demo pictured here as they wandered down Bourke Street after their festivities were over. The answer. Put a couple away for a month or two, the really obnoxious ones, make it clear that there actually are risks to one’s health and safety from going beyond peaceful protest, and it will stop. The major idiots will still keep it up but the minor idiots will wander off and find something else to do.
[Picture credit to Andrew Bolt who also has more to say on the matter.]