Prides of women and a respectful smattering of men came out this past weekend in as Helen Reddy sang: “In Numbers Too BIG To Ignore.” Many even brought their cubs.
They came from your neighborhood and mine, your city and mine, your country and mine. They came to be HEARD!
How do you even begin to count throngs of people? It would be difficult to march, and for what I’ve come to understand it was.
It’s hard for me to imagine that all of those bodies didn’t make an impact. Why else would they be gathering if not to make a strong point, to be of One Voice!!!
Agendas galore, but unified in the sense that they wanted to be recognized, acknowledged, and historically memorable. BAM!
If a roar was what it was going to take, I think a roar is what they delivered.
They came to get our governments to THINK about what has gone wonky with FREEDOM around this place, darnnit.
They came as HUMAN BEINGS with RIGHTS!
They came as the late great Maya Angelou termed…
They didn’t intend to fail. They intended to rise. When you unify, and stop allowing yourself to be beat down in every way imaginable, you rarely do!
And as an ocean of many it appears they did just that.
Beattie-Gray [organizer] said “the event is not so much anti-Trump as it is pro-women and human rights.”
“It’s to stand up for what we believe in, not what we’re against,” she said.
What’s Your Take On This???
They realized they couldn’t wait any longer. They realized that if change is going to happen it is up to…
My takeaway from all the country-wide, and many international marches that I heard about is this:
* Women are able to unify
* They now know that they are not alone
* They can use their voice like many have never felt empowered to before
* They actually contributed to a larger whole
I don’t know if the powers that be will do anything different in the coming days, months, and years.
What I do know is that it will be much more difficult not to take some responsibility in making basic “human rights” changes happen.
I believe if nothing else, a greater respect for all humans may have come to pass. Or…look out somebody, and you know who you are!!!
Words have meaning. Words can easily be taken to mean something altogether different when heard through the ears of people with different upbringings, nationalities, ethnicities, religions, genders, etc.
I didn’t attend the march in a physical sense. But I watched. I listened. I researched.
I prayed for their highest and best selves to emerge throughout the day. I applauded.
I saw history in the making. I saw hope taking shape again. I saw a united front.
I felt proud to be a dark-skinned woman of color, and part of the human race. And that’s going to stick!
I also found this very timely poem.
It’s Up To Me
I get discouraged now and then
When there are clouds of gray,
Until I think about the things
That happened yesterday.
I do not mean the day before
Or those of months ago,
But all the yesterdays in which
I had the chance to grow.
I think of opportunities
That I allowed to die,
And those I took advantage of
Before they passed me by.
And I remember that the past
Presented quite a plight,
But somehow I endured it and
The future seemed all right.
And I remind myself that I
Am capable and free,
And my success and happiness
Are really up to me.
Poet: James, J. Metcalfe
Share your thoughts about the Women’s March on Washington. What’s your city, state, country?
Do you feel women are empowered, stronger, even more invincible now because of this event?
Do you feel like women got enough take-a-way that they will continue to rise to the occasion in the future???
LET ME HEAR YOUR VOICE!