I marched for my 91-year young Mother who fought the fight so that I, as a woman, can enjoy the rights and freedom I have today. My Mother has worked since I was four and past the age of 65. Today she is on Medicare and forced Medicaid. I am worried about what is to become of these programs.
I marched for transparency. We demand to see Donald Trump’s Tax Returns and business interests.
I marched because everyone is equal in the eyes of our Lord.
I marched for truth; not lies.
I marched for Planned Parenthood and the good it does and has done for women and men.
I marched because I am Pro-choice. I have two beautiful adopted boys because their birth mother chose life out of love, not because she was forced to.
I marched because I am scared to death about the direction our Country is taking under this President and his unqualified Cabinet and staff. We are becoming a Country of hatred, racism, white supremacy, and fear.
I marched because I have the freedom to do so and will continue to march so that this freedom is not taken away.
I marched in solidarity with people, particularly women (Black women, Native women, poor women, immigrant women, Muslim women, and queer and trans women), to ensure that they are free and able to care for and nurture their families, however they are formed, in safe and healthy environments, free from structural impediments. I marched in honor of my children, and to positively model my democratic right to speak freely and advocate for others. I marched for the many amazing young people with whom I work every day — for those who have not found their voice or do not have the means/privilege to attend, but who have been marginalized, oppressed, unheard…my students are an inspiration to me, and I’m grateful to learn with them as we challenge ourselves to better understand (or just be more aware of) complicated issues. I proudly marched for the revolutionary leaders who came before me, who paved the way for us to keep up the fight…
I marched because I love our country, and I value truth and freedom. Not even a week into his term, our new President has lied repeatedly; denied the press access to him and his administration; has silenced entities and organizations that disagree with him; is frighteningly unable to discern between the trivial and the important when attacking those who disagree with him (and he personally attacks citizens of the United States who disagree with him); and is destroying advances we’ve made in women’s/immigrants’/minorities’ rights, religious freedom, science education, affordable health care, environmental issues, and equality issues facing minorities. I value what rights we have in this country, and I’d like to preserve and expand them–not contract them. Women’s rights need to continue to grow and expand, and I believe the current President will not only fail to advance women’s issues (access to affordable health care and services, equal pay for equal work, affordable/reliable child care, educate legislative bodies/judges/attorneys about the rape culture in our society that gives the perpetrator every advantage, and many others), he’ll turn back the clock on the painstaking progress we’ve made.
As a woman, as an immigrant, as a Muslim, as a minority, as a citizen, as a mother, I marched because this is not the America that I know and love – the country that embraced me as a seven-year-old, moving to a new home, speaking a new language and living in a new world. It was a beacon of hope where no one was unwanted and unwelcomed. A place that valued the importance of educating all children and providing opportunities for them to advance, no matter where they came from. The America that I know accepted those of different colors, cultures and creed. It protected freedom of choice and expression, and cared about the health and wellbeing of its citizens.
I marched because my beautiful country’s moral compass is being slowly destroyed by the egos of a few who don’t represent Americans as a whole. They don’t care about our health, our education system, our rights, our future and our fragile earth. They are too busy worrying about their own wealth and political standing, choosing their own self-serving agendas over what’s good for the American public. So I marched to stand up for what I believe is right and to support the country that had supported me. To make it a place my children can grow up to make a difference. And I will continue to march and listen and speak and fight until the power is back in the rightful hands of the people.
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.