On January 21, an estimated half a million pilgrims descended on Washington, DC for the Women’s March on Washington, and nearly 2.5 million more gathered in solidarity across the country and the world. I was one of the ones who went for a walk in Charlotte.
“We stand together in solidarity with our partners and children for the protection of our rights, our safety, our health, and our families – recognizing that our vibrant and diverse communities are the strength of our country.” (Women’s March Mission)
A quick #WhyIMarch search on any social media platform will fill your screen with more personal motivations. On the day of the marches my news feeds flooded with photos and determined words laced with hope, fear, anger, and everything in between. Since then I’ve read a lot of reactions. I think most people I talk to on a regular basis are supportive of this movement, but I’ve seen plenty of words that aren’t. Centering many of the critiques has been the sentiment that we who marched don’t even know why we were marching. That we’re sore losers or whining about inequalities that don’t exist. If you’re here reading my blog you likely already know that I feel differently. Here’s me using my little corner of the internet to tell you why.