Pride flags, pussy hats, and badass babes as far as the eye could see–our friends Preeti Torul and Sarah Taylor walk us through the walk of the decade.
On Jan 21, 2017, thousands of women and their allies marched throughout Washington, D.C. I was one of them, and for me, it was for all those girls and boys who were told that they were “too much” growing up, “too dark,” “too ethnic,” and “too weird.” As an immigrant to Canada, and as someone who felt ashamed to admit she was an immigrant growing up, it was important for me to march, to show that we are more united than we realize, that this march and current political climate affect everyone. I marched because it’s time to unify with others whose lives may not intersect with mine, but whose realities and struggles deserve attention, focus, and affirmation.
The causes were many, among them LGBTQ rights, reproductive rights, climate change, racial equality–but the message was singular: We are stronger together. The 500,000+ people marching in the nation’s capitol and millions more joining in sister marches across the world drove home the spirit of love, respect and togetherness–and made the twelve hour bus ride from Toronto totally worth it. Here was some of the magic that took place in Washington D.C. on Saturday. The future is indeed female.
The Pride flag soared throughout the capital. The LGBTQ community stood up with their allies to make their voices heard for equality. Plus, the flag is so pretty to look at, brightening up the dreary January day.
All of the signs! Creative puns, slogans, and anthems waved high and proud throughout D.C. The march probably was the biggest public demonstration of school supplies ever. But maybe the most clever way to get the message out without tiring your hands from sign holding: helium! Everyone loves a good balloon with a message.
We weren’t there to mourn; we were there to fight for the rights of those who need it.
Tall, small, long hair, short hair, no hair, head bands–all were marching. Shout out to Former President Barack Obama, whose “Yes We Did. Yes We Can.” anthem rang throughout.
Nasty women, unite!
A rare moment: space! It was incredible to be surrounded by thousands of people. At one point we couldn’t even march or get to The Mall due to the sheer volume of the mass. The crowd was so big that the original procession route was ignored, and We the People took over the streets of D.C.
This woman’s face says it all. Thousands of women were hugging, cheering each other on, crying, and thanking each other for their support. Not a dry eye in the house. At one point, a woman asked me where I was from, and I said, “Canada.” She looked at me, and with her hand on heart, said, “Thank you.”
Princess Leia, a rebel after our own hearts. Her image was all over the march, especially on signs recruiting for hope and unity. Everyone in D.C. signed up that day.
Mother, fathers, and kids of all ages joined in, so many marching hand in hand. I also saw a lot of people taking care of each other, sharing water and food to keep each other charged throughout the day. It was a family affair, for sure.
The guerrilla feminist uniform: hand-written clothes. It was all about letting the world know that this word is no longer reserved for a specific few; it belongs to everyone.
Love always wins. The Women’s March proved this.
Women united! A new union where women of all backgrounds, sexual orientations, genders, races, religions, and socio-economic backgrounds banded together to let the world know one thing: “We March For All Womankind.”