I’m not taking the next four years sitting down.
Last Saturday, 175 thousand people came together on the Boston Common to join in the international Women’s March. Between the 450 thousand in New York City, 625 thousand in Los Angeles, the 590 thousand in Washington D.C., and the others hundreds of thousands in smaller marches around the country, I think the protest made a point. And on Day 1 of the Trump administration — good, I hope it did.
I understand and don’t blame allies who didn’t come out to march for reasons entirely their own. The march had its faults, cheifly among them it left out a lot of voices and people like the LGBTQ community and women of color. Intersectional feminism has to be the core of the women’s movement today because a movement that’s supposedly meant to be uplifting or a voice for a community needs to recognize the entire community. A lot of what I saw at Boston’s march reinforced this need.
However, I knew I had to be a part of this march. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with myself if I had sat this one out. Not because I wanted to be a part of history, or for fun, or other self satisfying reason. I just knew that I wanted to be a part of the message the protest was sending: we see you, we know you’re full of shit, and we’re not going to stand for it.
These are all my photos from the march (taken on an iPhone 6) so not the best of photojournalism. If you want to see professional photos of different marches from all seven continents, check out this piece from the NYT: