No justice, no peace.

I've just arrived home after walking many miles around the streets of London with hundreds of people. I'm soaking wet and I'm tired, but I am exhilarated.

In light of the judge's verdict not to indict Darren Wilson for the murder of Michael Brown, we (the group of hundreds) gathered outside the US Embassy in London for a peaceful vigil and to show our solidarity and support for the families, like Mike Brown's, who are victims of police brutality.

We stood and listened to family members of Mark Duggan, whose murder by police in 2012 sparked riots around the UK, from activists and from young people. The atmosphere was one of pure unity and the calm, near silence, that was to be heard when I arrived was something to marvel at.

Once everyone had spoken, we all decided to take to the streets with our message of #NoJusticeNoPeace. We walked from Grosvenor Square, where the US Embassy sits, up Bond Street, around to Park Lane, then back through Oxford Circus, down regents Street, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square and Charring Cross. The march ended up at Downing Street.

Our group of hundreds marched together through the middle of the roads of London in the rain (this IS England), halting traffic and encouraging others to join in. We spread a united message, we took our stand and our voices rang through the streets.

I personally have never been to a rally or a march for a cause that I believe so much in. Knowing that we were all there for the same reason and that we were all working together in support of one another was a beautiful thing. There was no aggression, no hostility, just passion, sincerity and hope.

I won't go into my opinions on the subject of Michael Brown and the countless others that were in his position as we all have our own views on the subject which are each as important as the next. I'm just so glad to know I was a part of this night. It's one I won't ever forget.