Women's March on Washinton

Laura Kelly-Bryant

I first question myself something that I should’ve questioned the second I got off of that metro station: Why did I march? Why did I wake up at 6am and walk outside for seven hours with half a million other people? Why did I care? I didn’t vote because I couldn’t. I realized that I marched for the same reason I wanted to got to college: for those millions of girls who rights and education are infringed upon. I knew that if I didn’t march then I wouldn’t be fulfilling my purpose.
Legion is hardly the word to describe the hundreds of thousands of people there. No matter how large the crowd was and how different everyone in that crowd was–we were cohesive. Everyone was in sync–no pun intended. We moved, chanted, yelled, sang, and cried as one. You could feel the anguish and resentment from body to body. Even so the anger was together and directed towards a fascist, racist, sexist, and homophobic administration. Between the people, however, the amiability was strong–it bound and strung the marchers together. People were handing out free ‘pussyhats’, buttons, t-shirts, and music but most of all the thing that was given out the most was love. The unspoken smiles that strangers gave to each other and laughs that were shared were stronger than any political leader.
When I got home and logged on to Twitter to see pictures and read opinions about the march I saw how many people were vicious towards the white women who had marched. I understood where these vicious comments were coming from. Where were these women during Black Lives Matter protests? Where were they for the North Dakota Access Pipeline protests? Where have they been for the past 60 years of injustice and ignorance? People were angry that now that white women care because they know their rights are being taken away. Be that as it may, I do agree that women should have been supportive and helping every movement where there was injustice and factually it was white women’s fault that Donald Trump won, I couldn’t help but think of how counterproductive it was to continue to bash on these women. We were out there as one sisterhood, bonded together by our common ground of inequality and ovaries. Bashing on one group subsequently bashes all of us since we were all out there walking the same streets, protesting the same man.
What I personally took away from the march was this: For the next, God-forbid, four years we have to stick together. That means white women, black women, trans women, Latinx women and more. Being out there marching only showed me the hope that we have for the next four years. It showed me that those 2.9 million people, roughly the same amount of votes Hillary Clinton won the popular vote by, who protested in the United States on Saturday will be at every march that protest infringes upon rights. Because as Gloria Steinem said in her speech on Saturday, “We are the people. We have the people power and we will use it.”