For my family members, victims of Trump’s promises to discriminate.
“THE SALVATION OF THE STATE IS THE WATCHFULNESS OF THE CITIZENS” – a quote from Alexander Hartley Burron on the edifice of the Nebraska State Capitol building.
I walked because in the richest nation on earth no one should have to go without the health care they need.
I walked because I don’t want our Grandson or anyone’s grandsons, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, parents have to fight a war that was started by a President that listens only to a chosen few who have no expertise at the same time refusing to listen to those who do.
I walk because I want a President that obeys the Constitution. One example: divest himself of his financial interest.
I walk because I want a President that believes in the rule of law.
I walked because I don’t want parents to have the difficult task of convincing their children that they should not bully, disparage, or call people names when the President of our nation has and continues to do so.
I walked because I want a president that does not rain disrespect and retribution on those who do not agree with him.
I walked because I want a President who is respectful of our neighboring countries, friends and allies.
I walked because I want a government that is respectful and accepting of all people no matter their skin color or their religion.
I walked because I want a government that understands that global warming is in fact true and the results will be catastrophic for our children and grandchildren.
I walked because money is not speech and corporations are not people.
I walked because I do not want a Governor using his independent wealth to politicize the Unicameral and get elected only people that are beholden to him.
I walked because the Unicameral is being pushed to becoming a partisan body instead of a body that works together for the good of all Nebraskans.
I walked because I want a government, both state and national, that works for the good of its citizens not the wealthy and corporations.
I walked because I want a government that protects the citizens, not corporations, and works to do for the people what they can not do for themselves.
I walked because I want a government that wants its citizens to have clean air, clean water, safe food, safe transportation, etc.
I walked because privatization is not the answer to our schools, our road system, our postal system, etc.
I walked because a woman should have the right to make her own decisions concerning her body.
I walked for my husband and all those others who could not make the march but would have been there if it had not been for their circumstances.
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men should do nothing.” – Edmon Burke
I marched for my daughter. For my sons. For their future. I marched because my husband held my hand and beamed with pride. I marched because I’m a nurse, and because reproductive health rights can make or break a woman’s life. I marched for the women both here and in the world who cannot, and even for the ones who think they should not. I marched because it’s my right and my duty as an American to speak up when I see something wrong. And lastly, I marched because I come from an amazing family…and my pretty badass mother raised me to do the right thing.
I marched because I wanted to show my son that women are strong and fierce. I marched because I do not support any of the new administration’s policies. I marched because America is already great; made so by women, immigrants, all different races and religions, including non-religious people. I marched because love is love and black lives matter. I marched because, like many of us, I felt heartbroken and betrayed on election night. For weeks after that day I could hardly look people in the eye. I couldn’t stop wondering if the people I’ve lived around for my entire life felt like my life was less valuable because of my gender, that my partner and son’s lives were less valuable because of their race, that my best friend’s life was less valuable because of who he loves. I needed to know, and I needed my family to know, that we were not alone. I needed to turn my despair into hope. I needed to remind myself that, even in this almost hopelessly red state, there are people that truly care about other people, without exception. That is why my family and I marched.
I marched because I will not contribute to normalizing a man and his political party who have spread hate…for women, for minorities, for disabled, for sexual assault survivors, for people whose religion doesn’t match their own. It is not normal and it will never be normal.
I marched because I have three little nieces who deserve to grow up in a world where women are treated equally and whose sex can’t be used as a “pre-existing condition.” Girls who deserve to see powerful women running the world.
I marched because I refuse to accept that it’s okay for men to consistently beat out women who are more qualified than them for professional positions.
I marched because joking about and/or participating in sexual harassment, sexual assault, and abuse should NEVER be okay and should be disqualifying for someone in the highest office.
I marched because I will never side with people who support spreading hate to people because of their race, religion or sexual orientation.
I marched for all my LGBT friends who are scared that their right to get married will be taken away from them and that they will be allowed to be discriminated against for who they love.
I marched because it is 2017 and making fun of disabled people by a man who has had 70 years to learn that that is not acceptable is NOT OKAY.
I marched because I’ve spent an entire year dedicated to helping refugees from around the world who are escaping for their lives…From the month I spent volunteering in Lesvos, Greece, to welcoming a refugee family into their new home in Lincoln last month. I will never give in to fearmongering and xenophobia. I will never back down from supporting their human rights.
I marched because neutrality helps the oppressor, never the oppressed.
I marched because my rights don’t matter unless everyone’s rights matter.
I participated in the march in Omaha with my best friend and sister-in-law. I marched to give voice to those countless women whose voice is suppressed or otherwise restricted. I am very concerned about the current administration’s view of women, and I fear that the rights of women will not be respected moving forward. I am angry about the historical patriarchy and systemic repression of women for hundreds of years in this country. I want to be part of the solution. I plan to continue to raise my voice for others!
I asked myself and others “why march?” many times before actually deciding to do it. After the election I was shocked, upset, disconnected, angry, sad and just generally overwhelmed and unsure of how to proceed. A march sounded good. But I wasn’t sure it would address the responsibility I felt to my children, my family, my community and my country to address the consequences of the presidential election. I wanted to stand up for justice and truth – but I wasn’t sure if a march would make a lasting difference. Marching might make me feel better, but would my energy and effort be better spent elsewhere? Ultimately I decided to march. I marched because I believe it is important to treat all people with respect. I believe in the Constitution and the freedoms that come with it. I care about people with disabilities. I marched for the many women in our country who know first-hand about sexual assault and sexual harassment, and specifically for those women who bravely told their truths during the election for the entire world to hear and then watched as their country elected him anyway. I marched because I believe immigrants and refugees have made and will continue to make our country strong. I marched because I want my elected officials to know that I value equal rights for ALL. I marched because I am worried about how the policies of the new administration will impact healthcare, the rights of the LGBT community, women, immigrants, the environment and education. I marched because I’m scared and because I care deeply. Now more than ever I want to be an active and engaged citizen. For me that means marching, writing my elected officials, praying, thinking, reading, and staying engaged. I commit to all that. And I will never again think twice again about marching. It was one of the more positive, cathartic, and energizing things I have done.