In many ways it was an eye opening event for me.
Firstly, and most importantly, I have a deep respect for each and every person who dedicated their time to walk in the name of respect and equality.
Secondly, the moment when the police allowed me to cross the barricade separating the marchers and the nationalists, I had a profound moment of realising the power of my camera. In that moment I didn’t carry a camera – I carried a passport. I was with those who fought for and with those who fought against. That magic invisibility coat I seemed to be wearing made me fell in love with photography again, and again.