Recently, you might have noticed a surge of individuals gathering early in the morning, many sporting vibrant pink hats. These enthusiastic participants brought along their creative signs and bundled into cars, buses, or trains, sharing breakfast items and warm drinks. Amidst the crowd, there were plenty of women, and naturally, someone brought a delightful tray of cupcakes to share.
As they disembarked, they merged into a massive crowd, their spirits soaring as they witnessed the collective movement down the street. Holding their signs high, they chanted phrases like, “This is what democracy looks like!” They exchanged high-fives with local police and cheered at supportive motorists. The atmosphere was filled with joy and camaraderie; no damage was done, and no one was arrested.
But what motivated them to march? You might have asked them online, “Why are you protesting? You have rights now and will have them in the future. Just accept the new administration and stop complaining.”
However, many marchers weren’t there solely for their own rights. Take me, for instance. I’m a white, educated, heterosexual woman with access to healthcare and affordable birth control. I don’t belong to a marginalized group. Believe it or not, I didn’t rise before dawn on that chilly January morning to voice concerns for those like me.
Instead, I marched for others. One speaker in Denver urged the crowd to be brave and asked every woman who had ever experienced unwanted touching or assault to raise their hand. A moment of silence followed, and every woman I saw raised hers. The diversity of our group was striking, encompassing various colors, shapes, and backgrounds. My friends and I stood beside two young girls, their eyes wide as they took in the sight of so many raised hands. How do you explain that moment to them?
Yes, women in America have many rights, but clearly, we still have a long way to go. If we had truly achieved equality, millions wouldn’t have felt compelled to leave their warm beds on a Saturday morning to say “enough is enough.” If you’re struggling to understand, perhaps your perspective is limited by your own privileges. It’s time to recognize that discomfort is a necessary part of growth.
In this country, we hold diverse opinions, which is a beautiful aspect of democracy. However, the sheer number of people who marched together, adorned in pink hats and holding handmade signs, indicates that something is amiss. Normal political disagreements don’t typically inspire such widespread action. If a more conventional candidate had been elected, I likely would have chosen to stay in bed. But this situation feels anything but normal.
I marched for our planet. I marched for those who are marginalized. I marched for immigrants arriving today, just as my ancestors did. I marched to ensure that I will always remember where I stood that Saturday. Most importantly, I marched so that my daughter never has to raise her hand in a sea of raised hands.
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Summary
The march was a powerful demonstration of solidarity and a commitment to advocating for the rights of marginalized communities. Participants united across various backgrounds to voice their concerns, highlighting the ongoing struggles that still exist despite advancements. The importance of understanding and empathy was emphasized, showcasing the need for continued action and awareness.