What The Women’s March Means To Me

If you’ve ever been on a team of any kind you could probably relate to the international phenomenon that was yesterday’s Women’s March. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been on a winning team or a losing team either, because those who came out to march and those who supported them in spirit are today feeling like winners on a team that had just lost the championship play-offs. This is a team that is still recovering from a shocking defeat with the election of Donald Trump to the presidency, yet they all came together with a purpose and a mission to rise from the ashes and create something powerful, something that will be more than just a message of rebuke.


The Women’s March was not just about women. It was not attended by only women. It was definitely about empowered feminism and solidarity with women’s issues (which are simply just human issues) but it was about so much more and embraced by so many.

The Women’s March was a moment of solidarity for every person who feels that this election was a signal to them that America doesn’t think they belong or aren’t good enough, or aren’t the “right” kind of American. For every gay, lesbian or transgender person in a small town to know that throughout this country people stand up for them. For every immigrant in every corner of every state to see that hopeful Americans will stand with them. For every disabled person left at home or sick person without insurance, every elderly pensioner sitting alone, every atheist or Muslim or Sikh or Buddhist who is laughed at, everybody who is good and kind even if they are a bit different, this march was to let you know that we are all one. And yes, for every woman everywhere to know that she is worth every bit in every way as any man will be. Because even though this was called The Women’s Walk, it was about the inclusion of all people, it was about working together for the good of each other and us all, it was about making friends and taking action.

I’ve heard some who, “What is all this noise about? First world protesters on first world problems? Why don’t you do something good like help the homeless or something? What do you really have to complain about living in America?”


To those who say this from a position firmly anchored in their partisanship and with no interest in understanding or empathy I can only say this: I will not stand idly by as you destroy the equality and progress our predecessors fought so hard to win. But to those whose confusion is not from malice but more from misunderstanding (willful or otherwise) I say this: we are standing for you too. We may differ on design, but I know we’re all yearning for the same things and we march here to make sure we all have an equal opportunity to get there. When you see that you have been deceived I will be here to welcome you in our effort to find a way forward together.

And this is what we must promise to do. We must continue what began on January 20, 2017 in cities around the world. We must pledge to remain involved with each other, at the local levels and beyond. We must resolve to engage with those elected officials we have now and to replace them if they falter at our earliest opportunity. And we must continue to tell our vision of a just nation peacefully and persistently. We must not stall or veer away from the unity and common purpose we have seen exists.

This is what the Women’s March meant to me. To be a part of that team, to embrace shared free musically followers no survey or offers goals, to know we are not alone.


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2 thoughts on “What The Women’s March Means To Me

  1. I was with them in spirit as no marches were planned in my little corner of the world. Even though it’s rather red around here, I have still found a few kindred souls, I’ve seen a few safety pins, just enough to lift my spirits as we endure these next few years. I can participate in petitions and letters. Sent one off to my senator asking them not to approve Betsy for Education Secretary. We can all do our parts.

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    1. Thanks for sharing your story with us. Kindred souls are everywhere, we just need to find the bravery to connect with them and then stretch out more. Participation in any way you can and are comfortable with is key. Stand Tall!


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