The Day We Marched

On Saturday, some friends and I decided to make a trip into the city.this-is-what-a-protestor-looks-like

It was no ordinary outing, and it was no ordinary day.

We were going to Washington, D.C. to join the Women’s March on Washington and express our concerns about newly inaugurated President Trump.

I’m tired of people telling me that I might as well be wishing the pilot of the plane I’m on to fail. I’ve tried to explain that the pilot doesn’t even understand the control panel, that the ride is already quite bumpy, and that he’s threatening to throw some people off without a parachute. We need to find a way to steady the plane and correct the flight pattern. But that message seems to fall on deaf ears.

I’m saddened by people who belittled the march or claim that our country already ensures we have equal rights. This muslim-registrymarch wasn’t about what some of us already have. It was about what so many individuals are at risk of losing. This was not a march about traditional women’s rights or even reproductive rights (although some people chose to advocate for these issues.) It was a march about human rights for all people – people of different skin colors, people of different sexual orientations, people of different religions, and people of different countries of origin.

Most of all, I’m frustrated with people who claimed the marchers were out of line and disrespectful to the office of the President. First, the Constitution gives us the right to protest – it is vital to a healthy democracy.  Secondly, the new President ran a campaign based on disrespect and hate. I cannot respect an individual who has belittled women, put white supremacists and racists in positions of power, selected a vice president who threatens the rights of the LGBTQ community, img_4640called Mexicans rapists, mocked a disabled reporter, spoke of grabbing a woman’s genitals, and called those who disagreed with him “enemies.”

And so, my friends and I put on our pussy hats, and we marched.

There is so much I can say about the experience. I could describe the signs of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. quotes that lined the streets where we walked from RFK Stadium to the U.S. Capitol. I could describe how march participants were constantly thanking the police assigned to keep everyone safe. mlksign And I could describe how everyone was supportive, polite and loving to each other.

But there’s an old saying that pictures speak louder than words. And so, I share a few of the photos my friends and I took during the march and hope they not only show why we marched. It will show that this was not a self-serving protest proclaiming concerns about how polices will affect our bank accounts.  It was about tolerance, acceptance and support for individuals and groups who are at risk of losing their dreams.

 

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About Trina Bartlett

I live in the Eastern Panhandle of WV, with one dog, two cats, a daughter in high school, a son starting his latest adventures at West Virginia University and a husband who works strange hours. When I'm not working as a director at a nonprofit social service organization or being a mom, I can generally be found riding my bike, walking my dog and stirring things up.

Posted on January 22, 2017, in current affairs, history, My life, people, perspective, Politics and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. So glad to have made such an intelligent friend. Sharing the excitement of the March with you was uplifting. Hope we can meet again.

  2. I thank you, I thank your friends, I thank all the women and men who marched yesterday. My heart felt lifted to know and feel that other women and men feel the same as I do. I would have loved to been there and this part of history. But I couldn’t be there or march. I feel that all those who marched do so for me too. I am disabled and would not have been to do what everyone else did. I am proud for those that marched for the those of us who couldn’t, but were with you in spirit. The show of women and men in all the different cities all over the United States as well as the world was overwhelming. I can’t fathom not understanding what people were marching for or don’t come away with from the emotions and concerns from yesterday. My niece marched in Frederick and one of my daughters-in-law marched in DC. My niece’s husband is from England, was with her and doesn’t understand how or why certain sectors of people are treated in horrible ways and denied basic human rights. My son stayed home with the kids so my daughter-in-law could march. He felt it was important for her to be there, to show she feels strongly about the rights of all people. Yesterday was about all humans, how we treat those that we fear or feel are lesser people. Mr. President and Mr. Vice President do not for one second that yesterday was the end and you will not be hearing from us again. You have been put on notice. Your every move will have to be accounted for. You both saw the power of yesterday. I have to say, yesterday was just the beginning. Again, I thank you, I thank your friends, and I thank all those for marching and making sure that everyone’s voices are heard.

    • It was amazing and I won’t let the negative push back get me down. All the people who marched love this country and fear what might come to pass if we don’t continue to make our voices heard.

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