I Changed the Night of the Election, and I Will Not Go Quietly Anymore.

I grew up in central Nebraska where I was never comfortable speaking out against friends or family members who had differing view points, even if they made me uncomfortable and even if I knew what they were saying was wrong. I’ve lived in Omaha for years, and although the atmosphere here is much different, I still find that I have a difficult time speaking up. I donated quietly to Hillary’s campaign, hoping that it would be enough. And then it wasn’t. The Women’s March was my first march and my first protest. It was part of the beginning of me taking a stand for everything I believe in. I changed the night of the election, and I will not go quietly any more.