The March

On Saturday, January 21, 2017, I participated in the historic Women’s March in Washington, DC. Not only was it the biggest protest in U.S. history, but it was made doubly historic by the fact that sister marches took place in many large cities and small towns around the country, and all over the globe. Almost 3 million people participated worldwide.

At one point, I was standing outside a restaurant, taking a breather from all the walking, and inside the restaurant, over the bar, was a wide-screen TV. It was showing simultaneous marches in other big cities, on a split screen. While behind me the DC marchers continued to walk and chant, in front of me were marchers from Portland, Denver, Los Angeles, and Chicago, all crying out their demand to be respected. It was incredible. I, and all of my sisters and brothers who marched all around the world, made history that day. And we let it be known that our voices will be heard. We will not be silent, and we will not go back into the darkness, back into the closet, or back into the alley with a coat hanger.

We have a long, hard struggle ahead, but if one thing came out of that day, it’s the knowledge that none of us are alone in that struggle. As the Pointer Sisters said, we are family, I got all my sisters and me. Just take a look.


  1. There were 80,000 marchers in Oakland, CA and another 100,000 or more across the bay in San Francisco. Now we have to keep it up, especially over things like gagging releases from the EPA until a politician has OKed it. If it doesn’t fit Trump’s view, then evidently it has to be rewritten with alternative facts. Scary.


  2. As one who was unable to march, I wish to say to you and everyone who stood up and walked in my stead, “Thank you for your service.”


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