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.
I marched for all women. Of all races, color, religion, backgrounds, and sexuality. We are all equal. So are men. And our children. I participated in the Women’s March because of my concerns on President Trump and his administration. But I’m hopeful and I support democracy. At the end of the day, we are all on the same team.
I support a woman’s right to her own body.
I support Science, those brilliant minds collecting data on climate change and studying weather patterning, who are trying to preserve this great world and all the creatures for future generations.
I support the hard-working, underpaid journalists that spend every waking hour to report the news, unbiased, to us. They spend hours away from their families, holidays and weekends for work, they dig and go further than most, their actions have integrity and merit. We need journalists. They are often not liked and berated. But the good ones, we need to support. Local and national.
I marched for love. I support the men who love women. I support the women who love women, and the men who love men.
I marched for my son. I will spend the rest of my life bringing up my son to be an informed, educated gentleman who treats everyone with respect.
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.