"We are all Hizbullah now", proclaimed one of the banners at the Stop the War coalition's protest rally.
It was a sign either of profound ignorance or a depraved indifference to human life. Either way, the moral idiocy of the sentiment betrayed the higher purpose of the march.
If we are all Hizbullah now, who are we?
Are we the violent hijackers of the state of Lebanon who started this war without provocation and without reference to the elected government? Are we the 'democrats' who hold hostages for years and murder political opponents?
Are we the suicide bombers, Hizbullah's contribution to civilisation, randomly murdering innocents in the thousands?
Are we Hassan Nasrullah, the latest pin up boy of terrorism, who competes with Iran's mad Mahmoud AfterDinnerJacket as the most dedicated Jew killer? He makes no secret of Hizbullah's genocidal ambitions: "If they (the Jews) all gather in Israel," he says "it will save us the trouble of going after them on a world wide basis."
Are we the cowards who hide our fighters and rocket launchers among women and children?
Are we not the cleverest of tacticians? If the human shield works, we are free to attack, and if it fails, Israel will bear the odium.
Are we the renegades who regularly launch rockets across the border into Israel loaded with ball-bearings designed to shred flesh? Yes, people died, six in a school bus, but they were only Jews and did you see the world take any notice? Nobody marched in London.
Perhaps the Stop the War Coalition know of Samir Kuntar. He is locked up in an Israeli prison. It was to secure his release by blackmail that Hizbullah guerillas crossed into Israel and kidnapped two Israelis, triggering the conflict. Samir Kuntar is emblematic of Hizbullah's values, their highest priority in any prisoner exchange, so let us hear about him from a woman who opposes his release. She is a social worker in Israel called Smadar Haran.
"It had been a peaceful Sabbath day. My husband Danny and I had picnicked with our little girls, Einat, 4, and Yael, 2, on the beach not far from our home in Naharyia. Around midnight, we were asleep in our apartment when four terrorists from Lebanon landed in a rubber boat on the beach two blocks away.
"Gunfire and exploding grenades awakened us. Desperately we sought to hide. Danny helped our neighbour climb into a crawl space above our bedroom. I went in behind her with Yael in my arms. Then Danny grabbed Einat and was dashing out of the front door when the terrorists came crashing in. They held Danny and Einat while they searched for me and Yael.
"I will never forget the joy and hatred in their voices as they swaggered about hunting for us, firing their guns and throwing grenades. I knew that if Yael cried out, the terrorists would toss a grenade into the crawl space, so I kept my hand over her mouth. As I lay there, I remembered my mother telling me how she had hidden from the Nazis during the holocaust.
"The terrorists took Danny and Einat down to the beach. There, one of them shot Danny in front of Einat so that his death would be the last sight she would ever see. Then he smashed my little girl's skull in with his rifle butt. That terrorist was Samir Kuntar. By the time we were rescued from the crawl space hours later, Yael, too, was dead. In trying to save our lives I had smothered her"
We are all Hizbullah now.