Yesterday was inauguration day. Today was the Women’s March. I joined thousands, [edit: millions!] of individuals in a peaceful protest for equal rights.
I march because I have not witnessed even an ounce of compassion from our new President. I have seen him spew hateful lies about nearly everyone but himself and I have seen him encourage and incite violence. This man is supposed to be a representative and role model for my country.
I march because I have no respect for him. Respect should be given to those who deserve it, and to those who show respect to others. Neither of those things describe him.
I march because with every new update I hear about his administration and the plans for the country I can’t help but think he wants to watch the world burn. Perhaps he is too shortsighted to even see it coming.
I march because there are people in my country, more than I ever thought possible, that see him as a savior when all that I see is destruction.
I march because it feels as though there is no end to the damage that can be done, to the progress that can be reversed and to the hatefulness that can be uncovered.
I march because I did not believe this reality was possible.
I march because I am afraid. I am afraid for my friends, for my family, and for my well being.
I march because this is not okay.
I march because I am an ally.
I march because I want all individuals to be treated with respect and compassion.
I march because I support people of all faiths, ethnicities, orientation, and gender, with and without disability.
I march because I believe there is more to our country than hatred, lies and fear.
I march because I want to feel the presence of others who feel as I do.
I march because I want to feel empowered and I want to empower others.
I march because I want to teach my children to be compassionate, hopeful and driven people. I want to lead by example.
I march because I want to envision a better future.
[Update: The march in Phoenix is estimated to have included 20,000 people; a fraction of the turn out for other demonstrations world wide. Protests ranged from New York and Chicago to small towns like Bellingham WA and Eugene OR to across both bordering oceans in Sydney and London. There were even protesters in Antarctica!]
4 thoughts on “Why I March”
You go girl!! I’m proud of you for making a statement and standing (marching) for what you believe is right. And I’m proud that what you believe is right is kindness, compassion, integrity, inclusion, treating others with respect and equal rights for all. You are on the right side of history.
Amen! So well said!
They even turned out in Antarctica!
well stated. I love you
So proud of you J’Neil. Your mom expressed my thoughts perfectly 🙂
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