On January 21, over 1.3 million people gathered at our nation's Capitol (and millions more around the globe) for the Women's March on Washington — a women-led movement bringing together people of all genders, ages, races, cultures, political affiliations to affirm our shared humanity and pronounce our bold message of resistance and self-determination.
Like many of you reading this, I watched my social media timelines wail with grief when Cheetolini was elected. A big part of me was sad when he was elected but another part of me was surprised at the outcry of pain. Listen, I hate participating in the Oppression Olympics. But I thought we already crossed the road of knowing that our lives are constantly being threatened by the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy — an institution that our government fully participates in. I really thought we all knew that the system was broken. I really did. The reaction from the election was yet, another reminder of how privileged people can be.
So when rumblings of this March came along, I rolled my eyes back to the deepest part of my head because I thought, here we go. White feminist are pissed, ya'll. And they want us to march for our rights. *eyeroll* But after I took the time to read The Guiding Vision and Definition of Principles, saw the faces of the women who are on the National Committee, and looked at the long list of organizations who are partners — I decided to participate and was glad that I did.
I marched in solidarity at a sister march in Oakland, CA with over 100,000 people collectively raising our voices for all of our intersecting identities. For the longest, I've been yearning to be a part of a collaborative, intersectional wave of feminism that didn't exclude people who are usually on the margins and whose greatest hits were more than the wage gap or reproductive rights (which are issues that affect women of color as well but differently thanks to various systems of oppression working together.) While I do place a high premium on contributing to and uplifting Black women only spaces and will continue to do so, I know that we simply cannot fight alone. We tried, though.
The energy that I took in from the March in Oakland helped wash away some long-standing hatred I held in my heart. Even though I got a right to be mad, I don't want to carry that with me always. I'm not sure where this movement will go, but I know that I must continue to participate + organize among the 5 million other people who showed up to March. We are definitely at our peak when we are together — our liberation is bound in each other's.
THE FIRST ACTION
Write a postcard to your Senators about what matters most to you — and how you are going to continue to fight for it in the days, weeks, and months ahead.
If you have a printer and card stock paper at home, use this link to gain access to the print-ready postcard. If not, save the link and send it to your local printer, or print one up at your local library.
They also provide a tool so that you can find your Senator's address.
Once you're done, take a picture and post to social media using the #WhyIMarch tag.
Until next time,