This morning I woke up to honking and yelling. Within one hour, the streets of Midtown Manhattan were swarmed with protesters with pink hats. The Women’s March had begun, and I was itching to get out there. Within no time, every block was filled with people. To be quite honest, I had never seen anything like this in my life. Nor have I felt anything like this in my life. The energy was brilliant. I took a break about two hours in, assuming it would eventually start to die down, and came back later to find that the crowd had tripled in size, and was still growing. There were people coming out of every subway entrance, and every corner. Unlike other protests I have been to, it seemed as though the whole city of New York was one big protest.
But aside from it being a protest for women’s rights, I also saw it as a celebration. An unapologetic celebration of being a woman. A heartwarming celebration of women coming together with their family and friends. And a celebration in that, while we know us women have it pretty good in the U.S. in comparison to other countries… there are other women around the world that we are standing up for. The more we push forward, the more likely they will be able to as well.
Aside from most of us thinking this election is pushing us back, I think today is a good telltale sign that we are definitely not going to move backwards. I think today was a very special day. It was a day where literally everyone came together, all over the world, for something that is an issue to everyone’s lives; men, women, children, left supporters and right supporters. It was about something bigger than the election. It was about humanity. It gave me so much hope for something that I feel so strongly about. So in all, I am going to rest very, very well tonight.
Photos by yours truly. 🙂