I marched for paid family leave. How about instead of constantly proposing bills to make it harder for women to have an abortion we propose bills that make it financially easier for a mother that chose life to bond with her newborn baby? I sometimes wonder if politicians are even aware that most moms today do work, this isn’t the 1950s. I marched for paid family leave because I can’t believe this is 2017 and we don’t have it and when I bring it up at work people look at me like I’m nuts. “Oh, that would take an act of Congress.” Well then let’s get moving on it! What are we waiting for?
I marched to speak out against sexism and racism so that they don’t slowly become socially acceptable. I marched in support of women who have been sexually abused and to put a stop to rape culture.
I marched because I believe climate change is real and want to give my children a planet that’s still habitable.
I marched because one of my best friends is Muslim and worries that she could be sent to an internment camp just like the Japanese were.
Most of all, I marched for equality. Not just equality for women but equality for all people that have also been made to feel like they were second class – poor people; people of color; people who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender; people with disabilities; people of all different religions or without religion. The Women’s March loves all and accepts all and I felt love and equality on that beautiful January day like I’ve never felt before. For once the world was ours, we could complain, we could protest, we could wave rainbow flags down the street in Loup City, we could shout from Alliance to Omaha that we deserve and demand more than the low standards that the world is willing to offer us. We carved out a space for women to have value and for everyone to be equal. Equality hurts no one – and that is why I marched.