Today marks one week since the Women’s March on Washington. I have had time to process what occurred, as well as, had the opportunity to share some thoughts with others. There are so many layers of emotions connected to the event and its aftermath that I, myself, have needed to sort through them. So, I have decided to write about my observations and experiences in parts. This is Part 1.
It is January 21, 2017, the day of the Women’s March on Washington.
I did not march in Washington D.C.
Instead, like many others, I participated in a Sister March that was held in a city nearby. The closest one for me was 7 miles away, which produced 4,000 attendees. However, I chose to drive 60 miles and attend the Women’s March in Los Angeles, California, that ultimately had an attendance of 750,000 people.
As I write this, it is now 11:30PM, and I am finally winding down from the day’s events. I have had the chance to look at my photos, post some videos on my social media accounts, as well as look at others’ posts on my feed. It is truly inspiring to see how many people attended all over THE WORLD. It’s also disheartening to see how many people misunderstood the intention.
WHY DID I MARCH?
- To let my voice be heard.
- To let ALL branches of our United States Government (whether newly elected, career politicians, Republican, or Democrat) know that this country needs to move FORWARD, not backwards.
- Because I do not believe in the “wait-and-see” philosophy, regarding issues, which could negatively impact the lives of my family and friends. If you see it, report it.
- For gender equality and respect.
- So women’s bodies will continue to be protected, and cared for, whether they are pro-choice or pro-life.
- For Mother Earth.
- For the people in the LGBT community who love, live, bleed, and breathe like the rest of us, and deserve the same rights that every non-LGBT person receives.
- For the people, who came to this country, under various circumstances for a better life, made positive contributions, and now have a fear of deportation. An action that could separate families.
- For the freedom of religion in this country, in particular with Muslims, who are the latest group to be singled out.
- For the injustice of minority individuals who are racially profiled in our streets and criminal systems.
- For the women and men who want to speak out, but don’t, for fear of family or public disapproval.
I marched for the children:
- Whether they were born here, raised here, or just arrived, so they can live in a world that continues to move forward towards acceptance and equality.
- Who are growing up in a loving home with their two moms or two dads, and do not understand the hate.
- Who are learning, or know, that they are not attracted to the opposite gender.
- Who are learning, or know, that they were not “born in the right body”.
- Who watch their immigrant parents work tirelessly, so that they can grow up and live the American Dream one day.
- Whose skin color is a factor in learning an extra set of rules on how to behave in society, most commonly known as “The Talk”.
- Who have entered my classroom door through the years with hopeful eyes, loving hearts, a motivation to learn, and endless dreams of what their future will look like.
I marched for my:
- Ancestors who paved the way, walked in the path, and/or lent their voice towards love, acceptance, freedom, and justice.
- Young nieces, nephews, and cousins who will grow up in the world that we create today.
- My future grandchildren.
I marched because according to the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, my country allows me the right to speak freely, worship freely, peacefully assemble, and petition the government “for a redress of grievances”.
I marched because I could.