For me the march was about my children. I have 21-year-old twins, a daughter and son. They are both at UNL. My daughter is an Ag Ed major and my son is an El Ed major. My husband and I farm and have outside jobs in the ag field. We believe that none of you have our best interest at heart. Betsey DeVos is the absolute WORST thing for both students and teachers in public education, yet you all support her. President Trump is signing EO’s so fast his head is spinning. NAFTA and TPP were GOOD for Nebraska Ag, but none of our state leaders had the spine to fight for them. At the same time, our state is short of money. I march because I want my daughter and son to be protected by Title IX. You don’t. I march because I believe none of you have MY family’s best interests at heart. I march because I believe in humanity and that there isn’t a boogie man behind every face. I march for the lovely Iranian grad student and his wife and child who live across the hall from my children. They are GOOD people and they worked HARD to get here. I march because you are all so wrong in how you represent me.
I marched because I was feeling so depressed and uncertain of what would happen to our country. I was angry that the Republicans allowed a man like Trump to take over their party and now the country. I listened to my daughter talk about the Women’s March. I wanted to be part of the movement. A friend and I talked about Marches close to us but they were still 3 and 4 hours away. We thought we would at least try to get a few people to march around the local courthouse. 20 people showed up and we felt a great sense of unity. We are continuing to meet.
On Saturday, January 21, 2017, I jumped in my car and drove to Rapid City, South Dakota, to be a part of the Women’s March. This was important to me for more reasons than I can express, but I will try to touch on some of them here.
I marched for my one-year-old daughter. May she grow up in an America that wants to see women succeed. A society that has affordable healthcare, birth control, reproductive rights, paid maternity leave, and equal pay for women. A country that recognizes that people who are LGBTQ+ are equal under the rights provided us by our constitution. All are created equal.
I marched for my three-year-old son. May he get to be a part of that same country. May he be an ally for women and may he, in turn, benefit from that.
May both of my children be caring, empathetic individuals who see injustice in the world and know how to show love for all people, regardless of their background.
I marched for my students. I want them to know that everything I have taught them in class is true. My students are dumbfounded when we discuss slavery. They ask why. They are confused when we talk about the suffragist movement and women fighting for the right to vote. They don’t get it when we discuss the Civil Rights era, and see photographs of people using different water fountains, bathrooms, restaurants, and swimming pools. It doesn’t make any sense to them, because they know the world is better than that. They know that Malala Yousefzai was shot in Pakistan trying to fight for rights of girls to get an education. This also makes no sense to them. Why are there places in the world where girls don’t have the right to an education? I assure them it makes no sense to me either. A couple years ago while watching the news with one of my classes, the anchor started to talk about the pay gap between men and women who were doing the same job. One of my students, a girl, came running up to me to repeat the statistic. She was baffled and I knew I had no good answer to provide her. I teach them they are equal and they can do anything they want to do, but when they hear that may not be true, they simply cannot understand.
Since I started teaching in 2010, I have had a sign on my door saying “Everyone is welcome here, everyone belongs.” I believe this to be true, and this is why I marched.
Our country has grown to be better because of the people who stood up. People who peacefully marched. That is what happened on the day of the Women’s March. Over five million women and men around the world, in cities large, small, and tiny, peacefully came together to march for equality. We want to live in a world where people are treated equally. This is why I marched.
I grew up in a small town in central Nebraska, went out of state to college, work, and grad school, and returned to rejoin my family. Seven years ago, I started my own family here. I’m now an educator, a mom, a researcher, a wife, a small business owner, a student. I’m comfortable speaking up and speaking out. But I wasn’t sure I would march. I’m 38 years old, and I, like most of the others in this collection, had never engaged like that before. I am a lot of different things, but was I an activist, a protester?
Eventually, I realized… why wouldn’t I march?
Why wouldn’t I march– if I believe that whether you’re LGBTQ, Muslim, refugee, black, immigrant, differently-abled, or female, you don’t deserve to be afraid. You don’t deserve to be treated, in the eyes of the law, the characters of Twitter, or the dismissive or derisive comments of lawmakers, as anything less than equal, whole, supported, worthy, respected, valued Humans.
Why wouldn’t I march– if I love this country, in a way I’m frankly only now discovering, as I watch the fundamental principles for which it stands being threatened and twisted through the words, actions, behavior or inaction of many who are supposed to represent us. Through a “travel ban”; through threats to the free press, the judiciary, the environment, funding for climate change and gun control research, affordable health care, public education and more; through support of waterboarding; through party-line votes and support for an unfit Secretary of Education, an unfit head of the EPA, an unfit Attorney General, to name a few.
Why wouldn’t I march– if I reject the painful, intolerant, objectifying words and regressive, intolerant, fundamentally un-American actions of President Trump, and anyone who condones or defends them.
Why wouldn’t I march– if I believe that physical and sexual assault isn’t funny, and comments about women being not being attractive enough to be assaulted make my stomach turn, make me feel inhuman and demoralized and outraged and unsafe and confused and scared for my 7-year-old daughter. If many lawmakers don’t seem to be outraged with me. If I honor the many strong survivors I worked with at domestic violence shelters, and their beautiful scarred strong children.
Why wouldn’t I march– if I believe that a woman’s health includes her mental, emotional, economic, and physical well-being. That she deserves the right and the respect to make her own intelligent choices about it, rather than be denied options by largely white male lawmakers who have no idea what it’s like to be her. That those who do become mothers, their co-parents, and their new babies, deserve paid parental leave from the richest country in the world.
We can do better. We must do better. We are better.
As my pastor used to preach, we’re called to “remove the chains of injustice, let those who are oppressed go free, share bread with those who are hungry, and shelter homeless poor people” (Isaiah 58:6-12). Nebraskans will continue answer that call. We will monitor and advocate and vote and fight and use our “shrill” voices to push the city, the state, the country to deliver liberty and justice for all.
I marched because, if we are our sister’s and brother’s keepers, I didn’t know where else I could be.
Why wouldn’t I march?
Why didn’t you?
I march in the hopes that my daughter won’t be subjected to the same patriarchal oppressions I face daily.
I marched as a mother of a daughter so that she may have full control over her body and family-planning decisions. I marched as a daughter of a mother so that her Medicare and Medicaid will not be privatized. I marched for friends with chronic and preexisting conditions so that they can continue to get treatment in this, the richest country in the world. I marched as a human being who needs environmental regulations to ensure that I and my fellow Americans have non-polluted water to drink and air to breathe. I marched as an American against Trump’s ideology and his utterly unqualified and even Nazi Cabinet appointments.