My husband, myself and 19 buses full of my neighbors, joined 175,000 Washingtonians (and estimates could go higher) in a non-violent, uplifting and empowering Women’s March on Saturday. We made history locally and nationwide. It was the largest day of protest — ever.
Power to the people, women! And men and children!
Women may have initiated and planned the day, but we took to the streets together.
“Will I be the only man?” my husband asked the day before.
“Will it be safe to bring my children?” moms asked.
Hell yes, but a good question, and one I wrestled with myself.
My own children were notably and sadly absent from the march, not for their safety, but because they were studying for their math and science finals. Their choice, not mine. I called it “resisting the Trump agenda in their own way.” Their education, their preparation and their skill will be needed soon.
To march in spirit with us, my daughters made these two signs we carried with us.
There were so many families and children, they hung from the trees!
People stood on rooftops and on balconies. They peered out windows.
Even window washers watched. (Upper right-hand corner.)
It was a momentous day for our country, and a measure of relief after the “American carnage” of Inauguration Day.
We have work to do.
There are millions of hands ready to help.