I attended the Women’s March on Washington on Saturday, January 21, 2017 – one day after Donald Trump took the oath of office as the 45th president of the United States.
I drove to Washington from Columbus, OH with a car full of nasty women – women endowed with steadfast conviction, fiery passion, steely resolve; women, unbowed, intent on being seen and heard and counted. Smart women. Successful women. Sincere women. Women who I am privileged to call my friends.
Each of these women marched for her own reasons.
I marched to support and defend
- Women’s Rights
- Civil Rights
- Human Rights
and to advocate for
- Social Justice
- Climate Justice
I marched for and with Hillary Clinton because #ImStillWithHill, and I affirm that we are #StrongerTogether.
And so we all marched – together.
In our nation’s capital, we joined a sea of humanity – chanting, drumming, singing. Marching. The atmosphere was jubilant; the energy, palpable; the resistance, mighty.
We were seen.
We were heard.
We were counted.
And, we’ve only just begun.