There’s nothing like joining tens of thousands of people on bright, cold day in January to fight for what you believe in, and that’s just what I did over the weekend in the Womxn’s March. I believe in civil rights for all, human rights for all, and as a wise man once told me, “special privilege to none.”
Of course we live in an age where people are privileged, and I acknowledge that I’m one of them. White, rich by global standards (if not my own!), relatively young, fit, able-bodied – I could go on, but I think you get the drift. My hope by marching was to show that I am an ally to those who have been marginalized, and to say, by way of joining this massive group of like-minded people, that what is happening the U.S. right now is not okay.
I walked for eight women in addition to myself and carried a board with their names and representational ribbons attached, a tangible reminder that there were people who were not able to be there due to their circumstances. These photos are from the rally that happened beforehand; I have more to come from the actual march. Some soft focus intentionally added.
Equality. Equity. Meaning. Joy. On we go.