On January 20, 2017 I boarded a bus with 50 like-minded humans and rode all day and all night so I could take part in the Women’s March on Washington. Many people asked why I would spend 24 hours on a bus just to spend 10 hours marching followed immediately by 24 more hours on that bus. Here are some of my reasons:
I marched because black lives matter, Mexicans are not criminals, Muslims are not terrorists, love is love, climate change is real, and poverty shouldn’t be a crime.
I marched because woman is NOT the weaker sex incapable of making her own decisions.
I marched because Trump bragged about sexual assault and rather than condemn him, we, as a nation, cheered him on.
I marched because Trump mocked a disabled reporter and rather than condemn him we, as a nation, cheered him on.
I marched because Trump’s actions and policies have alienated the rest of the world and rather than condemn him, we, as a nation, cheered him on.
I marched because I’ve never been very politically active and I’m afraid my complacency is in part to blame for the incredible mess our country is now in.
I marched to let the powers that be know this: NEVER AGAIN will I sit idly by as our nation’s values are flushed down the toilet.