I always love to speak out for a good cause, and I always fight for what I believe in, so naturally on January 21st, 2017, I just HAD to be a part of the crowd for the Women’s March On Washington.
The day started off rocky, I arrived at the train station around 7:30 (I am a 20 minute train ride from the Nation’s Capital), ready to get on 8 o’clock train – I was conflicted the night before on whether I should go or not, I knew it was going to be crowded – but if I didn’t go, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
I stood on the train platform for what felt like an eternity, as each train bypassed my stop, I started to doubt myself “Is it even worth it to go to D.C.” or ” Maybe, I should go home,” but I knew that I was determined to be a part of history! There was announcement over the speaker “We’ve stopped selling train tickets, all trains are full until further notice,” at the time it was 8:30 and I was panicking. I pondered the different options to get to D.C., and even considered going to the sister march in Annapolis, MD instead. But, then it hit me – I could take an Uber -I knew I would be paying a crazy amount for it, but this cause was too important to miss. I asked any of the other ladies at the train station if they would like to ride with me, however they were all naysayers – telling me that it was pointless to take a car down there.
At 8:45 , the Uber arrived, and I told him my D.C. dilemma – he understood and assured me that he would take the best route to get to the march – my Uber driver happened to be a D.C. native, who had dropped someone off at the airport closest to my house – he happened to be heading home before he took my request, so we headed to DC.
Our journey was seamless, absolutely no traffic and I got there within 45 minutes! I was elated, I not only found a way to D.C., I also was early for the rally!
When I arrived at the march, I was so excited – how cool was it that I, a huge feminist, was about to be marching for everything I believed in! Although, there was a little drizzle – that did not stop the 500,000 women and men from marching! With chants like “We’re all in the same boat, keep the boat afloat,” “No Trump, no KKK, no fascist U.S.A.,” and my favorite “Keep your tiny hands out my underpants,” the crowd felt so unified. It felt like each person was my sister or brother. I met so many people from different parts of the country – the furthest was from Wyoming! As I marched down the street, I could see the passion in everyone’s eyes – I was marching for her, and she was marching for me – we were one.
Everyone seems to turn a blind eye to issues like these- when sexism and racism are mentioned, they seem to be ignored or the common phrase is used “That doesn’t exist anymore,” however instead of ignoring them, we should be trying to rectify the situation. Instead of celebrating togetherness, this society tries to rip us apart from one another – but why is that? It’s almost like modern day segregation – a world where the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. Instead of sweeping everything under the rug America, let’s stand up and be great!