Why I Marched

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On January 21, 2017, I participated in the Women’s March in Los Angeles, and I am extremely glad I did so. It has been 11 days since the new president was sworn in, and I’ve felt a variety of emotions ranging from anger to being scared. However, on January 21st, I was proud to be participating in something so historic. I was proud that I stood up for what I believed in, and that millions of people around the world did too. I was proud that the marches around the world were peaceful and inclusive. In the hours, I marched, I was proud to be an American.

Now some may ask why it took me so long to write this post, and the answer is it took me these 11 days to harness my feelings and craft something that wasn’t irrational or a rant. I marched because I believe in women’s rights, equality, human rights, disability rights, access to a good public education, reproductive rights, diversity, and that as a social worker I should stand up for marginalized populations.

I loved the atmosphere of the March in LA; it was calm, diverse, and there was a strong sense of unity.  If you asked me a year ago if I would ever participate in a march, I probably would have said nope, but now I’m glad I did and I’m not going to stop.

5 thoughts on “Why I Marched

      1. The most profound experience for me happened when Janelle Monae brought the mothers of victims of the Black Lives Matter movement up on the stage and led us in a call and response. We, the audience, shouted “say their name” and mothers shouted the name of their child who had been killed. Over and over we shouted “say their name” until mothers’ voices cracked and the buildings on the Mall echoed a mixture of shared grief & defiance.

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