According to sources, at least 3.3 million people in 500 U.S. cities marched on January 21, 2017, making Women’s March 2017 the largest demonstration in U.S. history. These are some of their stories.
Notes from Chicago: We Marched Anyway -Kate Everson
It sounded like a joke the first time I heard it.
“The march is cancelled,” said the middle-aged woman next to me. “Too many people.”
I laughed and said something like “Too bad, we’re marching anyway.” I thought she was making it up.
But then the few people who had cell service in Chicago’s Grant Park started showing the news alerts to the rest of us standing shoulder-to-shoulder next to them. The march was really cancelled because the route couldn’t accommodate the people gathered at the rally pouring out onto Michigan Ave.
We marched anyway.
Shoulder-to-shoulder with women and men of varying ages, races, religions, orientations and salaries, we marched anyway.
With the Chicago Hamilton cast’s Schuyler Sisters still singing “Let It Be” in our heads, we marched anyway.
Shouting “My body, my choice” and hearing a loud male chorus answer back “Her body, her choice,” we marched anyway.
Holding signs refuting “Cheeto Voldemort,” reiterating Malala Yousafzai’s statement that “We cannot succeed when half of us are held back” and reminding onlookers that Black Lives Matter, we marched anyway.
Waving rainbow flags, Chicago flags and American flags, we marched anyway.
Grasping the hands of tiny Wonder Women and rolling the strollers of future Madame Presidents, we marched anyway.
In high-50s and fantasy-blue skies that don’t belong in Chicago during January, we marched anyway.
The Rise of Women = The Rise of the Nation (credit)
Notes from New York City: Causing All This Conversation -Melissa Schirmer
On Friday, January 20, I cried twice at my office desk. A man who bragged about sexually assaulting women was now the president of the United States, and We the People had elected him to that position. I had never felt less hope for my country and the people in it.
And then, on Saturday, January 21, I participated in the Women’s March in New York City.
I have never felt more empowered! To be surrounded by my fellow women (and men), protesting for not only women’s issues, but human issues… it was exactly what I needed. This empowerment, this HOPE, was something that just the day before I didn’t think I’d feel for another four years. And I felt it Day One.
We will fight, we will resist, and we will be heard. Here’s to empowering ourselves when the rest of the country won’t. Here’s to being bitches for the next 1459 days. This is what democracy looks like.Melissa Schirmer channels Beyonce with her march sign.
Idaho marchers don’t let the snow stop them. (credit)