Why I March
Recently, a friend asked what I had hoped to accomplish by attending the Women's March this Saturday 1/21 in Washington DC.
It was a simple question, and one I had a brilliant answer to... right?
Sure, I was caught off guard (we weren't talking about The March or even politics for that matter), and half a bottle of wine into the night, but with all my feminist rhetoric, I of all people should be fluent in defending her agendas without hesitation at any given moment... right?
But I found myself struggling to find the words.
After a long pause and a big swig of hearty red, I attempted to comprise a somewhat articulate response.
From what I recall, it loosely detailed my love of our republic and it's first amendment.*
Particularly the part about "the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."
Lord knows I'm a sucker for defying authority and a fierce revolutionist spirit.
I then went on to poorly paraphrase a quote by President Truman, something about decisions being made by those who show up.
I continued to gesticulate and throw together feminist buzz words and catch phrases for the next few minutes. After which my friend graciously accepted my babble as a response, and the conversation drifted on to another subject.
I've thought about the answer to that question everyday since.
I, along with millions of other disillusioned and disenfranchised Americans, take it very personally that a leader was elected who's ethics (or lack there of) and political agenda blatantly undermine my rights as a woman and as a human being.
I, along with millions of other disillusioned and disenfranchised Americans, am scared.
I believe our lives are in imminent danger.
I say this without irony or intended drama.
the possibility of suffering harm or injury.
I believe that de-funding Planned Parenthood, reversing the Affordable Care Act and actively trying to pass legislation that further infringes upon the rights of Women, People of Color, Immigrants, LGBTQ and the Poor i.e:
Opposing the passage of the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act or the Paycheck Fairness Act and voting against the expansion of the Violence Against Women Act which would have extended protections to LGBTQ Americans, to name a couple-
Seriously lends itself to impending suffering of harm or injury.
Even if you are an American born, white, cis-gendered male, living above poverty-
Someone you love is about to be personally violated by the newly elected administration, and it will inevitably effect you.
Even if you and everyone you know (including said loved ones) scoff as you read this, chalk it up to bombastic liberalism, un-double tap my picture, and then unfollow all of my social media-
I will continue to be scared for you and your loved ones, for me and mine.
So I march.
I march because I recognize my privilege as a first world citizen of a leading nation that has been founded on the idea that we are ALL CREATED EQUAL,
and I will fight to be treated as such.
I march because the first amendment was written so that our voice, regardless of gender, race, creed and religion, would be protected and heard by government that we elect.
I march because this historic assembly is a reminder to the present administration, to the world, that we, Women, People of Color, LGBTQ, Immigrants, Muslims and the Poor are significant, define the majority of this spirited nation and FUCKING MATTER.
That our collective voice is powerful and will not be ignored. That we intend to hold the people in office accountable for ensuring our lives, liberties and pursuits of happiness are guaranteed and protected equally.
I march because decisions are made by those who show up.
* The first amendment:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.