My friend devon wrote me this morning. She was making posters and signs for the march in NYC today, reminding her of the days when we made cheerleading signs for the football games in high school. At one point, I dreamed that this morning I’d be marching next to her past the capitol building with thousands of others, representing a contingent of people stating that women’s rights are human rights.
or as the mission statement of the women’s march site says:
I watched what I could stomach of the inauguration yesterday, then turned it off and thought about this march. I thought about how important it is that today women (and men) from all over our country would flock to Washington or their closest local march and assert the value of their lives, of all lives, and especially give a voice of honor to those that our government would wish to shove in the margins.
When I look at the women’s march, I see a gospel movement, a beloved movement. I see a vision for mutual respect and honor based solely on each of us being a member of the human family and nothing more or less. I can think of nothing more redemptive the day after a man who (fill in the blanks with all the buzz words about his lack of character and hate speech) I never thought would become president, was just sworn in. I feel great hope as a woman who is also the mother of a black son with special needs when I think of all of those beautifully, wonderfully diverse women and men walking side by side today, refusing to take this lying down.
I am, unfortunately, taking it lying down. Not by choice but because the migraines continue and until I see the neurologist on Monday, I don’t have any other options. So today, these images are bringing me such great comfort. Not just from my dear friends in my town here, or my bff Devon marching in NYC, or the women in DC on the front lines, or all the women in my own country, but also the solidarity shown by women who are marching in other parts of the world as well. I’m with them, all of them in my heart. Putting one foot in front of the other in hopes that someday this country will be a place where it’s just as empowering and dignifying to be a woman, a minority, an immigrant, a disabled person, or a person with a different faith/belief system, as it is to be a white man.
some of my favorites from all over the globe today:
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Women with bright pink hats and signs gather early on Saturday in Washington, D.C. for the Women’s March on Washington.
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Activists hold a banner that reads “Women’s March Against Fascism” during the Women’s March rally in Belgrade, Serbia, on Saturday. Darko Vojinovic/AP
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Protesters at the start of the Women’s March on Main Street in Park City, Utah.
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Civil rights activist Dolores Huerta participates in the “Women’s March On Main” during the 2017 Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. Arthur Mola/Invision/AP
Demonstrators gather for a rally at the Place de Trocadero in Paris in solidarity with supporters of the Women’s March in Washington.
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A woman wearing an American flag as a headscarf attends a protest for women’s rights and freedom in solidarity with the Women’s March on Washington in front of Brandenburger Tor in Berlin, Germany. Steffi Loos/Getty Images
I salute all of you, women of the present, women of the future, and women of the past who have sacrificed comfort, family, and even your own lives in order to see that women have a voice. Such great strides have been made, and there’s such a long way to go when it comes to the safety and equality of women. Thank you to all of you today making sure our voices are heard just a bit more.