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It is only fitting that our first (albeit delayed) blogpost of 2017 is of the Women's March on Washington. It was a powerful and uplifting show of solidarity, democracy, passion, and support for marginalized peoples of all backgrounds. Women and men stood side-by-side and shoulder-to-shoulder, with signs held high and voices raised in song and in chant. I will never forget standing on that platform in the midst of the thousands and thousands of people when the man beside me began to sing, "This land is my land, this land is your land..." and the sea of people around us joined. Before and around me, were people of all ages, all colors, and all creeds. In the distance, the U.S. Capitol Building still stood bearing its extra Inauguration Day American Flags. Across the Mall, the Washington Monument stood in a haze of fog. In between, marchers filled as far as I could see.
I arrived at the Glenmont Metro Station in the morning, about one hour before the March was scheduled, and was amazed to see the line to enter wrapping around the station. Despite the wait, no one complained. There are always days that I am immensely grateful for my SmartTrip. This was certainly one of them. I bypassed those waiting to buy cards, and those confused by which machines were cash only or credit, and how to buy one regardless of currency. As it was the weekend, the trains were running slower than their typical weekday pace, and soon enough, the waiting train was packed to the brim with pink hats, signs, and smiling protesters from around the country.
I found myself seated next to a local woman, her sister from California, and her high school-aged grand-daughter. To my right was a woman from Maine, and all around me, people encouraged, cheered, and helped those who needed it. As we neared the heart of DC, more and more people crowded into the train. Mothers and fathers carried their young ones, while some wrote their phone numbers on children's arms and instructed them on what to do if they became lost. I soaked up every drop of the positive energy that surrounded me, and took photos of the women and girls that patiently awaited our arrival.
Once off of the Red Line and on the streets of Northeast DC, the hundreds of us on the train together, joined the thousands of other marchers already in the streets. We made our way through the streets of the Capitol with a pride and commitment that seemed to recall the spirit of so many great American protestors. So full of hope, we came together. Soon enough, there were more bodies than there was street to stand on. So many took to the platforms, the lampposts, and the tall shoulders of our brothers, fathers, husbands, partners, and male figures that marched.
Children, teens, adults, and the elderly all came together. Everyone marched for their own, very personal reasons. Yet, there was strength in our commonality. We all marched for something better than we saw. We all marched to protect, support, fight for, and rally behind those in our lives and in our communities that so often are stripped of their voices. So many in our great nation are disenfranchised, ostracized, and belittled. Yet, these same people, communities, and friends are what makes the United States so beautiful.
As a woman of color, the daughter of two immigrants, and a mixed-race person, I am so proud of those that spoke with their actions, that lifted their voices, that fought with their dollars, and that prayed for a future that is only made better in our togetherness - not our divisions. The Women's March on Washington was an inspiring and peaceful protest that has given way to something more persistent. It marked the beginning of a wide-spread movement of people that are advocating for the rights of all - regardless of their gender, race, creed, ethnicity, or immigration status.