As a woman living in the United States, I felt I had to take the opportunity to participate in the Women's March on Washington. I was compelled to stand up for women, LGBTQIA+, and minority civil rights. I was happy to see so many in my community felt the same way, we rode to Washington in a cramped bus and with little to no sleep, we marched. The experience was emotional, exhausting, empowering, and scary.
When we arrived and walked toward the stage where the speakers were set up, I was excited to see representation from the Akwesasne Mohawk Nation, as I grew up near their reservation and I know women who are part of this tribe. I was happy to hear southern drawls, English accents, and slang from the West coast. I was able to meet women, men, and children from all over who felt the same heartache, anger, and fear.
The crowds were intense, yet peaceful. Once the march began, we all slowly started to make our way to the White House everyone was mindful of who was around them and friendly. Together we chanted and marched. The feeling of community was overwhelming, even though we had never met. We marched for those who were surrounding us, and for those who were there in spirit. We even marched for those who did not believe they needed a protest to protect their civil rights.
At the end of the day, signs were strewn across the metro station entrances, certain buildings were not permitting them inside their walls. Signs were placed in a demonstration across the gate in front of the White House. The signs represented the individuals that marched, why they marched, and their beliefs. The metro station was crowded, and everyone was exhausted but high from protesting. In the end, we marched for everyone; just like those who marched in other cities across the United States and all over the world.
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Love, Peace, and Equal Rights,