I began writing this piece almost a month ago, and have decided to publish it now, albeit unedited.
This past weekend was abundant with energy, excitement, rage, disappointment, and thoughtful growth. Over the past few weeks, I have reflected a lot on what I want and need for my own life and how I can breathe life into that plan. Over that, place the political and social atmosphere here in the United States, and what emerges is a tapestry on which chapters in a much larger story are being stitched and written.
On Saturday, I participated in the Women’s March on Washington. More correctly, I attended the pre-march rally, chanted and shouted slogans, talked with people in a generally non-political way, and simply added to the overall numbers. I did not know what to expect, but I was not surprised at what I discovered: energy, enthusiasm, and inspiration.
The March and the rally were, in actuality, not just about women’s rights, women’s issues, and a forum for women to demonstrate their power and their voices. They were also a space where many of us average citizens could stand up for any of our issues, be it gay marriage or the influence of money on our system. In some ambiguous way, I feel that something was stolen from the focus on Women, although I neither regret nor feel that the presence of protesters and supporters representing other causes and demographics (LBGT Rights, People with Disabilities Activism, Education Advocacy, Anti-War, Anti-corruption, Immigration Activism) detracted from the overall event. It became, organically, something more, while staying true, if not a diluted or expanded version of the original purpose. Issues are interconnected and intersectional. Being, as it was, directly on the heels of the inauguration of President Trump, the populist nature of a concerned citizenry rising up to be seen and heard seemed to bolster and amplify all voices.
At least, this is how it appeared through my eyes.