Sunday, January 22, 2017

The March

Since we couldnt get close to the performances at the rally, we walked around people and sign watching until time for the official March. At one point Maggie Gyllenhaal was right next to us in the throng of people and later John Kerry went by (with security detail, of course - but he was definitely in the crowd).

We had to get to the Smithsonian where the March was to officially start. As we walked that way and 500,000 of our fellow marchers did too, the streets became so packed that officials had to barricade some side streets and entry points.

I never saw anything violent or contentious except for perhaps a few testy exchanges between anti-abortion activists who tried their hardest to prickle nerves. But whenever they did, the crowd simply didn't take the bait. It was too important a day...the message was too precious to ruin it by getting off-message through ugly confrontation and the resulting controversy that would certainly follow.

I remember being at the Smithsonian and then just moving with the throng of people. All those people. All those people! So very many people perfectly practicing democracy and doing it in a hopeful, peaceful and joyous way. And sometimes we chanted, "THIS IS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE"!

The March route was supposed to be 2 miles long, ending at the White House. Somewhere after mile 1 think, organizers started rerouting people...there were just too many people to continue on the original route. They had everyone retreat from proximity of the White House, but it was all very respectfully and peacefully accomplished. But even though the March was over...the march wasn't over. It continued with people throughout all the streets, continuing to shout with their signs held high.

I was moved by people coming together to fight for women's rights, human rights, climate change, gender equality and so much more. But at the crux of it all, I believe we marched for one thing: basic human decency.

I saw middle aged ladies holding signs touting "Women's Rights are Human Rights". I saw young moms with babies, marching for their child's future. I saw old ladies - very old ladies - pushed in wheelchairs by their grandchildren. I saw brave physically-challenged people doing their very best to complete the March.
I saw lots of white men marching, one whose sign read, "I am a white male and I apologize for Donald Trump". I saw Muslims and Mexicans and African Americans and beautiful people of all colors and shapes, and, and, and I saw America.

I won't forget the day. I won't forget all the joy and hope and fear and anger. I won't forget the March.

The March is over. But the march isn't over.

Saturday, January 21, 2017


Prelude to the March

When we got off the bus this morning we sort of knew where we should go but there was a definite "follow the crowd" aspect to the whole day.

And there were crowds. 

We headed to the National Museum of the American Indian for the rally. It was crazy to look around at all the people -- the diversity and positive energy was astounding. We never made it to a point where we could see the speakers and performers but it was okay; we were part of something big and it didn't matter. 

Bathroom talk

Finally back at the bus.

I am exhausted, empowered, enraged, and inspired. 

I completely underestimated what it would take to get through the day. Because the march grew to unexpected proportions, it was difficult to find water and food and coffee (yikes!) and non-icky bathrooms. Oh! And about bathrooms - just take a look at that photo!

Our Children!

Good Morning DC!

Finally arriving in DC...the traffic is incredible. We stopped at a truck
stop a couple hours ago and there must have been 50 buses...the lines were
crazy. Still, it's an atmosphere of excitement, inclusion and love.

We're creeping through traffic...still on  the bus...but even from within
we can feel the excitement in the air!

Marching on Washington

First, let me address the elephant in the room. Six years since my last entry. Yep.

I've dusted off my little corner of the Internet to document my trip to the Women's March on Washington. I'd normally not do something like this...yes I support the cause, of course...but to actually go to march in a "protest" --- not so much. But my friend Bobbie asked me to join her...and well, 'nuff said.  Bobbie.

500 women (and men), seven busses, and so much hope, anger, fear and love all wrapped up into wanting to do "something". Something to make a difference and to raise our voices for equality and respect. We just hit 70 East. This trip is gonna be wonderful.