‘As women, we must stand up for ourselves. We must stand up for each other. We must stand up for justice for ALL.’ ~Michelle Obama
Participating in the Women’s March on Sacramento was a powerful moment for a lot of people- for women and the thousands of men supporting them. For me, it was an incredible moment to stand in solidarity with so many. While we were there for perhaps different individual reasons, we were all there for one reason; to stand up and have our voices be heard. So many souls gathered together with a common goal brings tears to my eyes when I recall the day. Children in strollers, elderly in wheel chairs and everyone in between… there to build each other up and bring home the message… we matter. Everyone matters; regardless of color, age, gender, sexual orientation, and we all deserve respect. Going over photos the day after, seeing the mass amounts of support world-wide gave me hope for our future. It instilled in me that disrespect of people will not be tolerated, it will not become normalized and it will get better.
One of my reasons for marching came out of GRATITUDE . I have so much gratitude and respect for the women who came before me, who suffered on my behalf and on the behalf of my daughter. Brave women that marched in the streets, knowing they would be ridiculed, mocked and possibly suffer physical harm. With fear and uncertainty they marched on and the relationships they may have lost because of it, the unknown ways they may have suffered….I do not take that for granted. To those women, I thank you! I live in a better world because of you. Because I have a chance to make a change for a better future for women, then I also have a responsibility. We’ve come far but we also have a way to go. I want my future grandchildren to live in an America where it’s unacceptable to mock them if they have a disability, it’s not okay to grab them by the privates without consent, and if a crime is committed against them, they will be given fair justice, and they won’t walk in the streets with fear because they are a little too brown.
Revealing our personal thoughts invites commentary, questions and criticisms. Nobody likes that, and I for one prefer when people like me, but there are times when we have to push that aside, put on our marching shoes, hold hands with our neighbors and let our voices be heard. Because to quote Martin Luther King, ‘Our lives begin to end the day we start being silent about things that matter.’
(all photos taken with the iphone)