My desire to march is because I think this change in our government’s leadership is history-making. No matter which side of the political divide you stand, we, as a nation, are seeing a major parting from the ‘way things were’. Good or bad, we are yet to know, but this is a momentous and pivotal time in America.
Do I know what the result of thousands of women marching in our nation’s capital will be?
Can I predict how elected officials will react to this public display of concern by women from across our country?
Will our voices of alarm at the mean discourse be heard? Will our outrage at the insults hurled at the most vulnerable be acknowledged? Will our deep desire for the protection of human rights be honored?
No one knows today, but we will soon learn.
I have great hope, if sometimes quite dim, that members of Congress, state governors, state legislators, city council members, mayors, and community leaders, will come to understand there is a groundswell of American citizens who want to protect what we believe are basic human rights. I do hope we all can come to understand and believe that health care, education, the earth’s environment, Social Security, Medicare, LGBTQIA, national security, immigration, and the rights of all people are not just important but must be upheld, protected and fought for.
What is clear to me is that I must do something to express my concern. And this is my first step.
Some would call marching, sit-ins, and protests a waste of time, a travesty to the system. I call it good citizenship. We must demand better when we see poor behavior and damaging policies. We must stand firm against tyranny, irresponsibility, and abuse. And often, this is communicated through non-violent civil disobedience, a legal, necessary and effective tool to express dissatisfaction.
I’ve never considered myself a dissident. I’ve voted on both sides of the aisle throughout my life, sometimes liberal, sometimes conservative, but always a participant. The stakes have never been quite so monumental as they appear today.
So I won’t ‘get over it’ as some have suggested. I can’t afford to do that. And neither can you. We must stay vigilant to safeguard this precious form of rule called a Democracy.
And I’ll be doing my part by marching, talking to my legislators, and wearing my pussy hat.
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter” Martin Luther King Jr.