Marching was the right thing to do

Many reasons. Listing them here: I’m a teacher educator and work with English language learners — both in public education. My students are in danger under this administration. I have an Algerian-American uncle and two half-Algerian cousins who, though not practicing Muslims, face discrimination and persecution. I have benefited from ACA and know many who are healthier and alive because of it. I believe in our Constitution and in equality. I understand that feminism is the radical notion that women are people, too. I believe women’s healthcare is essential. I believe that healthcare and education are universal human rights. I didn’t vote for this disaster of an administration, and I will not go silent into that dark night. I will rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I marched for my immigrant relatives, for my half-Algerian cousins, for my half-Korean cousins, for my immigrant and refugee students and friends, for every woman, for every life, for the future. I marched because it was the right thing to do. I will march again and again and again. I will march with BLM, with Standing Rock, with educators, with Muslims, with any and all oppressed.

I marched because I descend from a long line of strong and bad-ass Nebraska women who stood up, showed up, and spoke out: my veteran emotional and behavioral disorders teacher mother, my LWV and WWII-era FBI employee grandmother, my great-grandmother who fed any and all during the Depression, my great-great grandmother who kept her entire extended family afloat during economic strife, and on and on. I marched and I vote. I am woman. Hear me roar.