Saturday, January 21, 2017.
Saturday, the day after the inauguration of Donald Trump as the 45th president of the United States.
Saturday, a glorious, sunny day instead of the usual dreary, winter day in Seattle.
Saturday, an outpouring of love and support all across the globe. (Who knew this movement to march had gained such momentum!?)
Saturday, a day to make our presence known and our voices heard.
Saturday, a day to say, “No, we will not stand idly by while you take away our rights and threaten our lives, our health, and our freedoms.”
Saturday, a day where I was proud to stand and march with my fellow Americans: Muslim, Christian, atheist, deist, whatever the fuck you wanna believe, white, brown, black, yellow, all the fucking colors of the goddamn rainbow, gay, straight, transgender, male, female, young, and old.
Saturday, a day where each and every person was essentially saying to one another, “I got your back.”
Saturday, a beautiful day of peace and solidarity. ♥
Now, to those who say the marches did not/will not make a difference (especially you women and minorities… really baffles my mind, btw), check your blasé attitude at the door. Continue reading