Yes, indeed, I did get out last Saturday for the Women’s March. I told my daughter, Maggie, "I am going out to make a point for your daughters, for my granddaughters." I couldn’t regret that I did not try. In an age where resistance to hatred and equal respect for every single human being on this planet is not just important, but vital, it was my duty to share my opposition on so many directives that we are now moving quickly towards. To walk was to make every effort I could to protect our future.
Saturday was not about which side any of us were on. It was not about democrat or republican. It wasn’t about race, sexual orientation, age, socioeconomic status, heritage or even nationality. For once, it wasn’t a march that divided. It was a march that brought us together. On Saturday, millions of people across the country agreed on one thing—GIRL POWER! We agreed to love, respect, and furthermore appreciate every person the way we’re supposed to. To do that during a time when so many people feel hatred, opposition, marginalization, and oppression is something truly profound.
I went to the march with girlfriends from my neighborhood. That was a gift in its own! To cancel all plans and spend a day with strong women who surround me, moreover with volumes of lovely people who share the same goals, was something special. Plus, I even got to wear my pink fur coat!
I was so overwhelmed with kindness that day. Not one nasty sign (except for the ones about nasty women—haha!) not one push or shove, nor anger. We used freedom of speech as a platform to advocate for women around the world. The march did not only bring women. I saw little boys climb on their dad’s shoulders so they could catch a glimpse of this moment in history, newborns in their mom's arms, and bands of elderly friends grouped together with signs waving.
So, while the Saturday of the Women’s Marches was a special moment in history, it need not be a rare one. In a time where it is so easy to fill ourselves with anger, hatred, despair, hopelessness, defensiveness, I encourage each of us to channel whatever we are feeling into motivation. Motivation to do whatever we must to unveil a world that knows only love and gratitude. We are so many things, each one of us. We are women, we are men, we are gay, we are straight, we are white, we are black, we are young, we are old, we are Muslim, we are Hindu, we are Jewish, we are Christian. But above all else, we are human, and it’s about darn time we start seeing that in each of us.