The Women's March on Washington was an incredible experience that I'll never forget! While I know that this march started up a lot of controversy about us liberals being snowflakes and some even said that we were paid to march. This couldn't have been farther from the truth.
I marched not because I wanted to go against America and the government, but to remind the
All that being said... He is my president unfortunately and all I can do is hope that we can either impeach him if necessary or that he starts making better choices for our country as a whole. Right now we seem to be dividing ourselves here in the states and around the world.
We stayed in a hotel (Thanks SuAnne) just a couple of miles away from the Women's March on Wasington. Our plan was to take the metro over to the march, but as we entered the hotel lobby we knew that wasn't going to happen. The entire lobby was filled with women of every shape, color, size, and age and they were all ready to march. Each one had a sign or a shirt that resembled a part of why they were there to march. My fear of this march melted away like the "snowflakes" that we were all prepared to be called. Instead a warm fuzzy fulfilling feeling came over me and I realized that today was going to be a day to celebrate.
My friends and I headed outside and we saw groups of pink hats headed down the street heading for the march. If they could walk a couple of miles to the march then so could we. As we got closer I started to see barricades and soldiers standing in a way that looked like they were blocking the entrance. When we got closer we realized that they were there for our safety. Thy cheered us on as we walked by them (of course we thanked them for serving our country as well) and some even clapped and thanked us for marching.
Now let's talk about the crowd. Oh the crowd. YOU COULD NOT MOVE! There were so many people closed in together that god forbid anything did happen we would have been trampled to death before anything else. I had a ponytail in my face, an elbow on my breast, my friend's arm to my right, and thank goodness for the backpack because that at least kept people off of my back a little. There were women that were having panic attacks and being rushed out of the crowd by friends that could lift them. There were people on top of truck, port-o-potties, walls, and even some in trees just to get away from the crowd. While there were port-o-potties it was almost impossible to get to one. We stood there for 5 or 6 hours not being able to move. Not being able to bend, sit, sway, lift your arms, nada. At one point I had to start looking at my feet because I was getting dizzy from looking at all the people and feeling claustrophobic. I yearned to start the march as did everyone else around 2pm. That's when it got a little scary.
If there was anything that I could tell non believers about this experience it would be that this was a VERY peaceful march. We didn't leave the area a mess. We didn't destroy any property. We may have blocked traffic in some areas, but that's only because no one expected there to be over 1 million people at the Washing DC location. They were only expecting 250k marchers. The signs that were left were left as a protest. Personally I didn't leave my sign, but had I known about it I would have. The sign was to show trump that we are against his wall and that we could make a wall of signs at his doorstep to show how many of us were against his wall. If you look at the pictures in the media you won't see signs piled on top of signs in a trashy way, you'll see that each sign was strategically placed leaving room for other signs to fill in the wall. It had a purpose and in my opinion it was well done.
I want to thank all the women that was in my group, I couldn't have afforded this opportunity without you. I also want to thank all the men and women that marched beside us on January 22nd, 2017. And for all the women that couldn't go but wanted to be there. I took a step for you and in my heart you were there.