I woke up at 6:30 bubbling and ready to go. This never happens, you know. Well you really know if you’re my daughters.
I’m sorry about me in the mornings.
We met at my friend Shelley’s place to finalize our signs. Poster boards were sold out all through Los Angeles. “I had to buy them in packs of 10,” LJ said.
We drove to the Metro and were greeted by snaking crowds and bright signs. As soon as we stepped out strangers yelled, “Get back in the car!” It was 2,000 deep to even purchase a ticket.
Back in the car we got.
We parked nearby and joined the throng wandering to Pershing Square. The air was electric. I don’t know how to describe it. You could taste the hope. Smell it, feel it.
This was history.
We gathered, unable to hear the speakers or what was going on. Every once in awhile we held our signs up and cheered. We were here! We were ready!
The crowd was too big to march whatever route was planned and soon we dispersed. All through downtown, hundreds of thousands of us marched and cried and chanted Beyoncé.
There was a lot of Beyoncé.
We danced in the street to “In the Name of Love.” We hugged a stranger who said “Now hug someone else. Get to know someone else who is here.”
Every kind of human being, every kind of American imaginable was present. We had women sporting Republican signs and Communist signs. We had people in costume as the Dakota Pipeline.
Everyone had a different reason for being there. Healthcare, the environment, immigrants, women’s rights, LGBT rights, anyone marginalized. Human decency.
Above all, love.
There were babies and men. A woman with a broken leg whose husband was pulling her on a converted wagon.
There were seven of us girls who came together. Seven of us girls who are women of faith, feminists of faith. We met at church and through each other.
Feminists need women of faith.
Women of faith certainly need feminists.
We shared stories about the sexism we’ve experienced in our lives. We introduced ourselves. We sat on each other’s laps in our unexpected journey downtown in a car.
We held signs.
My mamma taught me how to march
Girls just want to have fun-damental rights
Girl Gang Forever
We all had different reasons for coming, different backgrounds and feelings. Different issues at stake.
I was slightly more hysterical than some (all), perhaps.
What else is new?
I wish you could have seen the signs, girls! The signs were such a highlight.
So many creatives, so many beautiful posters. Star Wars was everywhere. Carrie Fisher was everywhere. “A woman’s place is in the resistance.”
The resistance it was.
We gathered a crowd of millions of people worldwide, hundreds of thousands in Los Angeles alone. Women across America and the globe said no.
No, this is not ok. This is not normal.
No to hatred, no to bigotry, no to sexism and bullying. No, no, no.
We will resist.
We did it peacefully. We did it happily. We were hopeful and inspired, we stood in solidarity with different viewpoints and different backgrounds.
Today we made history, girls.
I did it for you.
I did it for me.
Today we made history.