The Teen and Thing 2 Marching in Fort Worth, Texas

Betsy DeVos as head of the Department of Education

Rick Perry as head of the Department of Energy

An unqualified cabinet full of billionaires that donated to his campaign

Conflicts of Interest, including putting his family in positions of authority and influence

Russia

Freedom of the press

Healthcare

Climate change

Women’s rights

Human rights

There were a lot of reasons to attend the Women’s March yesterday. And a part of my heart marched for each one. But I also marched because we just swore into an office a man who is ON THE RECORD stating that he regularly sexually assaults women and has no qualms about doing so. That’s right, we put a man who has no regard for 51% of the human race in a position to make policy and legislation that effects them. Actually, he has no regard or compassion for way more than 51% of the human race when you consider his position on those with disabilities, immigrants, people of color, poor people, anyone who is not cisgender and heterosexual, and people of faiths that are not Christian. We put a fox in charge of the hen house and now we’re trying to keep him from eating his prey.

We made buttons to hand out at the march

So yesterday I marched. I marched with my two daughters in Fort Worth, Texas. We talked about why we were marching, what would happen, and more.

On the way down to the march my dad asked me on the phone, “what do you expect to accomplish by marching?”

It is estimated that between 5,000 (low) and 9,000 people marched in Fort Worth

What I expected to accomplish was this: I wanted to make a strong, powerful, visual statement to our elected representatives at all levels of government that we are here, we are watching, and we do not support these policies. I believe we accomplished this goal and I thank everyone who marched everywhere to help make this happen.

Here’s what I didn’t expect to happen, but greatly needed: My heart, which has been full of despair since the night of the election, was encouraged. I looked around me and saw people fighting with me, and a light shone on this day that I had forgotten existed. I stood amongst people holding signs demanding accountability, proclaiming love, and promising to fight and I knew that although we were in for a long haul, we were not in it alone. I was inspired, invigorated, and encouraged.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

At each intersection as we marched by the police who had stopped traffic so that we could march, people cheered for the police. Many people walked up and shook the officers hands and thanked them for their service. I followed their examples and made a point to thank many of the officers along the parade route.

At one intersection, a counter-protestor, not part of the March, walked up to a police officer who had just shook the hand of a marcher and asked him why he, the police officer, was being nice to us, the protestors, because we hated the police. The police officer just shook his head and said nah, I don’t think they do man. This man started to get angry and was trying to tell him that we were against the police. He was legitimately an outside agitator trying to stir this police officer up against the marchers. Thankfully, the officer did not take the bait. He just kept telling the man that no, he didn’t think we were against him and we weren’t causing any problems.