
On a day when an estimated 50,000 people flocked to London to protest Donald Trump’s visit, a number of the president’s British fans planned counter-protests. Most widely-publicised of these was a Kensington pub’s radical rebranding as “The Trump Arms”.
With nightly news and tabloid coverage building anticipation, I arrived expecting angry scenes of confrontation: the pro-Trump gang squaring off against the anti-fascists, the feminists, the folks offering solidarity with immigrants. I expected signs, swearing, police and barriers.