Saturday, January 21, 2017 was an epic day in history. I set out to participate in a Women's March on Washington a few months ago. A mutual ground for an activist to speak out on Women's Rights, Human Rights, Civil Rights, and more. It was estimated that there would be a large crowd. Some 200,000 people were expected to attend. The list of speakers were some of the most influential women in America from
Rep. Maxine Waters to Angela Davis to Ashley Judd.
Like I said it was an epic event. But even those 4 letters can't describe the energy that permeated through the crowd of approximately 1 million+ people. It was an energy that came from the crowds in Paris, Chicago, Kenya, Serbia, Australia, Peru, Boston, South Carolina, Buffalo, London, Denver, Budapest, Toronto, Alaska, Brussels, Hawaii, New Zealand, Utah, Italy, Chile, Prague, Iraq, Tel Aviv, Cleveland, Antarctica, Spain, Cape Town, Rome, Florida, Lisbon, New Orleans, France, Switzerland, Montreal, Colombia, Helsinki, Guam, Ghana, Shreveport, and so many more cities worldwide. I can't even list them all.
I began the march as a Black Woman
fighting for my rights, those that were murdered and suffered injustice, those like Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown; I marched for those who couldn't march but wanted to; I marched for the ones who wanted their voices to be heard, but didn't have a voice; I marched for the little ones who were watching us; I marched for my mother, grandmother, my sisters, and my nieces. I marched as a Black Woman proud to throw her fist in the air and stand in solidarity.
And as I stood in the sea of people (men and women alike), i began to listen and I realized that I wasn't marching for BLACK people alone. I was marching for the rights of Muslims, minorities, organizations like planned parenthood and more. It was an event that was much bigger than I could've imagined and I was full. I was so full I began to spill over while listening to the voices of little girls like Sofia, spoken word poets about Black Women, songs about freedom and the voice of Angela Davis herself!
What I will say is that, where there is positive there is negative and although I can sit back and point out the lack of police presence at this march compared to the Black Lives Matters marches or other marches where they are predominately people of color. I won't. Because it's not going to change the reality by merely talking about it.
So instead, I will say what we need to DO ABOUT IT! We need those same people to support one another as they did at this march. Black, whites, christians, muslims, etc. EVERYONE needs to participate in supporting each other's causes. I feel the pain as a black woman more than anything and I can only feel that pain because this is who I am. But I cannot sit here, as a human, and say that my pain is greater than a muslim woman's or a pain from one in the LGBTQ community. We are all just in our struggle. And we need to continue to the fight.
Visit www.womensmarch.com for more information on next steps.
P.S. Don't wait for someone else to do great things. It's okay to be the first to pave the way.