Sign O' The Times
It is unfortunate that June 23rd 2016 has become such a significant moment in my life. I was woken up by a BBC News alert confirming that the EU referendum results and still in shock, with my phone in hand, I went into my daughters bedroom. At 5.30am it was a rare occasion that I would be up before her. I watched her sleeping so peacefully and for the first time since her birth, I was fearful for her future. I had naively hoped that my child would enter a compassionate and open-minded world; that her skin colour might not matter; that I wouldn't have to have that conversation about race with her till she was learning about the world's historical injustice's in a book. My fears were confirmed when she started school two years later and within a week, three 4 year old's were found racially abusing children in her class.
On that morning of the referendum results I dropped her to my parents, argued briefly with my father about the state of the nation and headed down to Glastonbury, usually the highlight of my year.
The mood at the festival was unusually muted: the news had spread across the site and hungover people scrolled through their Twitter feeds. Glastonbury is so much more than a music event; it is a gathering of like-minds and each year there is a different energy on the site. It had rained for days and the thick, sticky mud that made walking, sitting and dancing a chore added to the unease. The energy was one of general deflation. We were united in a muddy field, faced with a future dominated by Nigel Farage and potentially, Donald Trump.
I have always been aware of the fragility of our perceived freedoms. For years, I've warned my politically apathetic friends that equality is constant battle and that rights can taken away far more quickly than they have been granted. At Glastonbury, I felt something switch on in me. It was no longer sufficient for me to be a keyboard warrior, voicing concerns via social posts, petitions and complaints. I knew I would become more active in shining a light on the things that concerned me within our society.
I noticed how much solace I took in seeing visual messages, posters, art, stickers and placards made my people as outraged as me. These symbols were signs of resistance that stopped me feeling helpless and kept me motivated to become more active in voicing my concerns. Alongside becoming more politically involved with groups such as Led By Donkeys, I began a journey of documenting the signs that give me hope of others out there who also want a better future.