I was one of millions of women around the world who rallied and marched on Saturday, January 21. Three generations of our family were represented, and our little group was joined by a long-time friend who ROARED right along with us.
Speakers representing many oppressed groups spoke repeatedly of the importance of all of us uniting in support of each other. The transgender speaker stood up for the disabled. The disabled speaker cheered on our Black friends. The Unitarian Universalist clergy woman included the Christians, Muslims, Athiests, Agnostics, Jews, Native Americans, and Pagans in her call for advocacy. The Native American speaker honored our collective commitment to Mother Earth.
And the many men in the crowd, representing all ages and generations, shouted right along with us.
It was a day of beauty, love, support, and unity. A day to energize ourselves into resistance and action against the discrimination and oppression that is already, six days into the new administration, showing up loud and clear.
And almost immediately we began hearing the backlash.
Women who mocked the marchers because they, themselves, had never been discriminated against (lucky them) and didn’t need anyone’s “pity” or any “special treatment.”
Men who characterized the marchers as shrill whiners.
People who dismissed the march as simply being political and anti-Trump.
I’m here to tell you, as someone who was actually there and whose life was changed by the event, that the critics have it 100% wrong.
Keep marching, my sisters. Keep shouting. Keep acting out for the sake of others. Keep resisting.
This world needs you.