Just over six months ago, I was lucky enough to be able to attend the Women’s March in Washington D.C. Just as I felt compelled to attend the March for Women’s Lives in April of 1992, I felt a real pull to go to D.C. over NYC for this event. I must have taken over 100 photos of different signs. Here are a few of my favorites.
Since that January day, I’ve attended various smaller rallies and marches for immigrant rights, Black Lives Matter, reproductive rights, and science/climate issues. But I’ve also noticed a weariness setting in around me. It’s not complacence, necessarily, but a helpless, exhausted, despairing apathy brought on by the onslaught of “this is not normal.”
Please join me in continuing to speak out and call representatives and support those who are most vulnerable in our society. And don’t forget to practice self-care. Then come back and continue on!