Sexual harassment at work is ignored

It was encouraging to hear the organization beginning for the Women’s March the day after the Inauguration.
I wanted to participate, I NEEDED to participate, but as so many others like me, I had to work that day.  I haven’t the luxury of taking time off work, as I live paycheck to paycheck.  Since the election, I feel that is actually at risk.  Some of my female friends have been laid off work, others dismissed completely.   Can it be proven that is directly related to the election of Donald Trump?  Probably not, but I do believe it is, at least in part, a contributing factor.
Since I live in a rural area, women have always been seen as “just the caretakers.”  We have been relegated to teachers, nurses, secretaries, assistants.  In the past year, I have been passed up for a job promotion, to a young man who had no experience at all in my industry.  I applied for, interviewed, and was passed up for a Veteran Service Office position, despite my credentials and involvement with local vets, over a man who had never even joined a veteran’s organization.  During the interview, it was alluded to that “vets have a hard time with women who were allowed into the service.”
In January, I quit my job, because a young man yelled at me that I was a “fucking bitch.” I was in my manager’s office, and even though the incident happened in front of the manager, nothing was done.  When I gave notice, the manager was shocked that I would quit over such a minor incident.  He forced the young man to apologize, and begged me to stay, which I agreed to.  I did tell both of them if another incident like that ever happened again, I was taking them to court.  Neither seemed to get that what happened was sexual harassment.  It was all over their belief that as a secretary and the only female in the office, I should be happy to clean up their muddy messes.  When I offered them the vacuum cleaner, I was attacked.
The young man was the same one last fall who couldn’t wait to vote for Trump, and laughed deliriously at the “grab them by the pussy” comment.  The manager and the young man were a little shocked when I got angry that they were laughing.  I have seen more and more disrespect, not only towards women, but also minorities, LBGTQ, and the disabled.  It is like, somehow, we have turned from a polite society into a bigoted bunch of entitled babies, saying and doing anything regardless of consequences and who might get hurt.
I am sick at heart, and devoid of hope since Trump’s election, and inauguration.  He is certainly causing change in Washington, just like he promised.  It is not, however, the change his supporters anticipated.  The man needs to be stopped.  If that takes protests, so be it.  I have tried to call my senators, but their phones have been busy.  I have sent e-mails.
I have never felt unsafe in my community, my state, or my country.  I find myself looking at everyone I meet, wondering who is now friend or foe?
The darkness and hopelessness in my heart grows daily against this despot, who calls himself President.  He doesn’t represent me, or anyone resembling me.  He is a dangerous man.

I marched to disapprove Mr. Trump

My wife and I marched in Loup City, Nebraska, because we do not trust Mr. Trump when it comes to protecting women’s rights, immigrants’ rights, indeed any of the rights American citizens currently enjoy.

I consider Mr. Trump a dangerous demagogue who cares only about his own good fortune. His administration’s eerie contempt for the truth, in even the most trivial of matters, has destroyed whatever credibility they ever had, as far as I’m concerned.

I have marched in support of candidates before–but this is the first time I felt compelled to march in disapproval of a political figure. I have seen nothing to indicate that either Mr. Trump or his advisors will get their act together.

“America is not Donald Trump and the lock step Republican Party.”

I march because our democratic republic, with its three branches of government, is intended to function as a check and balance on each institution.  I recognize those checks and balances no longer function as they are intended when the politics of party override the good of the nation.  I fear a Congress that walks in lock step with a president who ignores the Constitution.  Rules appear to only apply if it benefits a party preference.  Case in point, the rejection of Marrick Garland for the Supreme Court.  In a year’s time, he could not even get a hearing.

I march because Congress is ramming through grossly unqualified candidates for cabinet positions.  Just to name a few; Betsy DeVos for Secretary of Education and Rick Perry, with a degree in animal husbandry to head the Department of Energy.  Goldman Sachs, I believe, has 6 representatives in the Trump regime.  How is this draining the swamp?  The hypocrisy is overwhelming.  We are hurling towards a dictatorship.

I march because I have three relatives that have health insurance because of the ACA.  One is disabled.  Another is taking care of a wife with Alzheimer’s  24/7 and is in poor health himself.  You are taking their health care away from them without an alternative plan in place.  I am on Social Security and Medicare and you want to mess with that. If you think the protest marches are large now, just wait till the gray hairs join in.  Retiring from an elementary school in a disadvantaged neighborhood,  I know charter schools are not the answer.  They will be left behind.

I march for an investigation into the failed Yemen raid.  Will it be as vigorously investigated as Benghazi?  Was Trump really eating his dinner when he authorized the raid and not in the Situation Room? An unconstitutional ban on immigration from 7 Muslim countries does not keep us safe. It is an optic of weakness and fear and has made this nation a continued target of hatred.  Trump will continue to isolate himself as he did not go to Harley Davidson because he was afraid of protest.  Protests will continue and he will isolate himself in his bedroom tweeting at 3 in the morning because he is a coward.  My dad fought in the Battle of the Bulge during World War 11.  My husband was a Marine in Viet Nam and suffered from PTSD all his life.  In large part, a reason for the failure of our marriage.

I march, I call, I e-mail.  Most of my representatives mailboxes are full.  I hope they are full because of protest but sometimes I feel they are full because our representatives simply don’t want to talk to us.  We, the people, are speaking through our marches and will be speaking in the next election.  Our numbers are large and growing.  The marches only energize us, we see the millions that share our values but the most important reason I march is to say to the world, “America is not Donald Trump and the lock step Republican Party.”

The largest political demonstration in the history of the United States

I marched on January 21st, 2017 because while I accept the results of the 2016 Presidential election, Donald Trump did not win my vote or the popular vote of the nation. I marched with a neighbor, our 2 dogs, and found among the marchers a mother I work for who is currently pregnant and a small business owner, one of my young students with her mother and younger sister, and several co-workers, friends and colleagues. It was entirely peaceful and respectful of not only our Nebraska Union grounds but also the State Capitol. I marched because I object to President Trump’s intent to repeal the Affordable Care Act and the Senate actions already taken to repeal its provisions. I marched for the rights of women to obtain safe and affordable reproductive care. I marched for the children with disabilities in a community program I direct who could lose their access to health care benefits. Most of all, I marched because it is my constitutional right to assemble and freely express myself peacefully and respectfully with my fellow Americans. I marched to be part of the largest political demonstration in the history of the United States. I thank the leaders and women who have gone before me that have afforded me that right. We the People.