March on Sisters and Brothers, March on!
This past Saturday (January 21) I participated in the #womensmarch here in Atlanta. The experience was breathtaking and monumental! I will be honest and say, I was not quite sure why I personally committed to marching. I had the desire and urge to do so but other than the obvious, being a woman – what was my core purpose for getting out on a rainy day to walk alongside people I have never seen nor met for a cause many deemed unchangeable? Once I stepped onto the street with thousands of others, my purpose for marching became clear.
I was NOT marching against Donald Trump. I was marching for a cause bigger than any thoughts or feelings I have towards another human being. I was marching for my legacy. I marched for the many women who have come before me, whose voices went unheard simply because “thats the way things were.” I marched for my dad, a man from Phoenix City, Al who raised three daughters to be strong individuals of integrity. I marched because far too often the value of a woman is unnoticed and taken advantage of. I marched for my mom, an incredible woman who has always fought for educational rights and taught me the importance of loving on others.I marched for my nieces,nephews and my future children so they may know that standing up for what you believe is necessary for personal growth as well as the progress of (wo)mankind. I marched for my sisters who I fiercely protect with prayer and the eldest who was taken by gun violence far too soon. I marched for and with my interior design family who consists of one fabulous man and four strong, diverse women – as well as my family members who marched in different states accross the country. I marched for the abundant issues and injustices too many of us face, in hopes that not one single person ever feels alone in their fight. I marched for YOU! Both male and female of any color and class. Ultimately, I marched for myself. A woman who identifies with many different groups and only wishes to uplift others, rather than pass judgement. I marched as a survivor of gun violence and harassment in the workplace. I marched because well, I wanted to and needed to.
Truth In Numbers!
Saturday’s march took on the name “women’s march” as well as the “anti-trump march” or protest. However I gathered from the different signs, looks on faces and somewhat intimate conversations happening around me that majority were more so marching for progressive change and for our future. Sure, they dislike Trump, sure they want equal rights for women but ultimately they want justice and equality for all, to be heard and valued, not to be pushed out, left behind or grabbed by the “coin purse” as my grandma would call it. They – WE, simply refuse to stand by and internalize thoughts and emotions, accepting what we as a human race will be subjected to for four years.
People will say that it was all a ploy for us to become distressed and that change will never happen. That it was pointless. Well those are the great Americans who hold us back and I refuse to be one of them.
One Nation, Under God…
I prayed the entire time and God’s love covered me and in return covered everyone I came in contact with which in essence was thousands. My purpose for marching was to be a bright light among the dim. My purpose was to understand those around me and stand with them, pray for them, pray for us.
I hope many of you reading were able to participate in a march near you as well. I captured some great moments (and signs) during the march and couldn’t wait to share them with you! Take your time, you may find some hidden gems. Feel free to continue the conversation in the comments below. I would love to hear your purpose for marching! Enjoy!