On the Women’s March and Women Like Me

What about me? I’ve found myself asking that question again and again this last week as I’ve watched my friends pop up in photos on Facebook wearing pink hats and holding signs.  As I’ve sorted through hashtags.  #womensmarch and #notmymarch and #notmypresident and #alternativefacts.  As I’ve read news articles about why the march isn’t for every woman, how it’s only for those who politically agree, about how Christian women shouldn’t go near a march and how ALL women have to march.  I’ve hemmed and hawed, read and re-read.  And still I’m asking: What about me? What about women like me whose politics and ethics and beliefs leave them caught somewhere in the middle of marching and not marching? I have to say that in many ways, I relate to my friends out there holding picket signs, adorned with pink knitted hats, protesting policies and ideas that in some ways make me very fearful.  I’m proud of these women for taking a stand, for peacefully standing up for what matters to them, for standing strong and together and united. Like them, I didn’t vote for Trump.  I heard the comments he made about women and minorities.  I read campaign promises that seemed sure to bring destruction.  I watched with fear as he won state after state in the primaries and watched with a nauseous stomach as electoral college votes began to turn into his favor.  I do not think Trump is the right president for our country, I think his policies hurt women, hurt minorities, hurt men, hurt my children, hurt us all. Like them, I want a different world...
Top