Posted on 01/26/2017 5:32:13 AM PST by pabianice
The “Women’s March” began organically, with one woman inviting around 40 of her Facebook friends to join her on a march to protest Donald Trump. But that event grew and evolved with the anger that was felt toward our 45th president, and millions of people took to the streets the day after his inauguration across the country and around the world.
Waiting on the train platform early that morning, a woman in her mid-20s approached my family and I, sign and large coffee in hand and “p*ssy hat” proudly in place. After comparing slogans and discussing our respective strategies for navigating the crowded city, the woman began expressing her excitement for the march. With a huge grin she said, “Never in my lifetime have I seen so many people mobilizing for a cause!”
And she was entirely correct. The city streets were mobbed with people who felt small, and were coming together to make a big statement. But as I walked among the sea of thousands, those that stood shoulder to shoulder with me began to blend into one another. It was those that walked with their eyes level to my knees that truly caught my attention and ultimately made the largest impact.
There were a lot of unique chants that I heard throughout the day (including “Free Melania” and “Pence sucks too”), but my favorite by far was one of the quietest I heard. Walking up Fifth Avenue, I suddenly heard two small voices yelling “Donald Trump is a meanie” at the top of their lungs.
A young sibling duo were the source of the commotion, holding a crudely drawn sign with the words “Share your love. Don’t be afraid” written in rainbow letters and adorned with hearts. I didn’t have a chance to speak with these two before they were lost in the crowd, but the innocence with which they preached stayed with me as the night got darker and the chants got louder.
As a Harry Potter fan, the other poster that naturally caught my eye was the one with a picture of Mad-Eye Moody and the words “Constant Vigilance” written on it, but once again it was the girl holding the sign that truly grabbed my attention. 13-year-old Grace walked next to her mom, holding her sign high and yelling as loudly as all the adults around her.
When I finally caught up to Grace to compliment her poster, she explained to me that this was her first protest, but hopefully not her last. She went on to say that she’s wanted to go into politics ever since she was a young girl watching Condoleezza Rice.
“That’s when I knew that women CAN do this!” Grace said, as her mom looked on from a step behind.
Grace and the young siblings were unique but not alone, as children dotted the crowd in block after block. Boys dressed as superheroes sat on their father’s shoulders and kids took naps in strollers as moms marched along. I saw one mom carrying her five-month-old son on her back, with matching pink p*ssy hats for the pair.
But at the end of the march, as I sat on the train going back home, I didn’t find myself feeling any better about our country or the situation that we are in. A protest ultimately does not accomplish anything. We gathered, we marched and we made noise, but Donald Trump is still our president.
I thought back to the incident earlier in the morning, when the woman at the train station was chattering away about her excitement to mobilize. As she and my cousins agreed with one another, their energy and excitement radiating off of them, my mom became quietly emotional on the outskirts of our small circle.
My mom explained to me that she has seen this kind of mobilization in her lifetime. She has fought this fight for decades, and while she is proud to continue fighting, it is disheartening that she has to do so.
This march did not break the glass ceiling. This march did not end misogyny. This march did not silence Donald Trump, nor his ideologies.
But while this march did not make me feel any safer or any more confident in the next four years, it did make me feel extremely hopeful for the next 10 years, and the next 10 years after that. It made me hopeful for Grace’s generation, and the generation of that five-month-old child in their small pink hat.
I don’t understand the pain my mom felt earlier today, and I hope that I won’t understand it when I am her age either. I hope that I won’t have to again march among thousands protesting for the rights of women, telling my children about the time I walked up Fifth Avenue with their grandma, chanting about the president with tiny hands who bragged about grabbing women by the p*ssy.
I hope that one day I won’t have to continue fighting, but I also know that if there is still a fight to be fought that Grace and I will be there, watching our children marvel at the amount of people mobilizing for a cause as they hold their crudely drawn signs adorned with hearts.
Donald Trump is our president, but his morals are not our morals, and they are not the morals of our children. I watched that day as young children proudly stood up for kindness in the face of such powerful hate, and although I am still fearful for my future and the futures of those children, I am confident in our ability to make those futures bright.
Tess Halpern is a Collegian columnist and can be reached at tjhalpern@uamss.edu.
“Saddens me that they exploit children to make political points. And, that the kids needed to be exposed to all of that hatred and lunacy.”
I feel the same as you do. However, I’ve noted that all leftists not only involve their children in their lunacy, but actually proudly and explicitly wear such an approach to parenting as a badge of honor. Without exception, leftists post photos of their entire family at activist events. It’s a rule of membership.
Sadly, I took the bait. Threw the shirt away and told them not to waste anymore of their money.
They were a bit miffed. They huffed and puffed, some, and said, "I BET that if it said FUTURE REPUBLICAN, you wouldn't have a problem with it!!!!"
When I told them (honestly), no, my reaction would have been exactly the same .... the look they gave me was frightening. They couldn't comprehend that I had principles, and that I'd stick to them. A brief interaction, to be sure, but it told me far more about them, and democrats in general, than I ever wanted to know.
Needless to say, I've kept them at arms length as much as possible. WBill Jr gets a few visits - I'll not deny access to close family just because I don't particularly care for them - but the time spent is well-supervised and on a short leash. When WBill Jr is old enough - and he's getting to that point - he can make his own decisions.
“They were a bit miffed. They huffed and puffed, some, and said, “I BET that if it said FUTURE REPUBLICAN, you wouldn’t have a problem with it!!!! When I told them (honestly), no, my reaction would have been exactly the same”
My young children are getting from me a fairly biased upbringing. They know that their mother and father voted for Trump (and Romney), and they learn why. We have FoxNews on in front of them very regularly (no matter what people at FR state, Fox is a good platform for teaching your kids a lot about the world). We try to keep the political discussions unemotional and based on truth — which is what conservatism is all about. Ultimately our children will be force-indoctrinated at every level by the leftist educational system. We tell them regularly that teachers are there to instruct them HOW to think, not WHAT to think. We just feel they need the tools to think independently and fight back. If they ultimately become good little Democrats we cannot fault ourselves for not trying.
Do you have a link to that video?
This looks like multi-generational stupidity to me.
You r probly one of them cis-het gramma-normitivists that don't rite eny good because you din't go to a real colege like UMass.
As you say.... I think.
This is what idiocracy looks like.
Actually this has alot to do with abortion rights. To me my attitude towards abortion is what I said to a radical abortion supporter years ago and is still my attitude: “I’ll never stand in the way of your right to abort an unwanted baby - Just don’t expect me to pay for it...”.
Actually this has alot to do with abortion rights. To me my attitude towards abortion is what I said to a radical abortion supporter years ago and is still my attitude: “I’ll never stand in the way of your right to abort an unwanted baby - Just don’t expect me to pay for it...”.
Link to the video — Leftist woman punches big guy supporting Trump
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK76SIygVBo
The fun stuff happens in the beginning. Not much point in watching all 6 minutes. The Leftists are irrational and out of control. Depressing that the media thinks “they have a point”.
What I *have* done, though, is force him to support any opinions. For instance, for awhile, he would come up to me and say "Donald Trump Stinks".
"OK", I'd reply, "Why?". Turned out that he was just repeating what he heard from friends, or on TV (he watches a lot of FoxNews too, FYI....). Told him that it was OK not to like Trump, but he needed to be able to defend his opinion. It was a good teaching moment, and he took it to heart. He came to me a few weeks before the election and said, "I'm still not sure about Donald Trump, but Hillary Clinton is a criminal!! Did you know that she.....", and it was off to the races.
I'm not worried. Kid is more conservative than I am (he just doesn't know it yet) and most people wish they have 1/2 the integrity that he does.
I have long been convinced that at some point, if this continues, those societal niceties are going to go away, and the "liberals" that have any sense will regret it.
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