I didn’t participate in last year’s Women’s March, and regretted it every time I spoke with someone who had. They told me about the feeling of solidarity, the sense of building momentum, the knowledge that there were so many people who felt as they did. The sense that they had taken part in something very special. So, when I learned that there would be another march this year, I knew I had to take part.
My friends and I rode the train into Chicago. The weather cooperated, with sun, blue skies, and temperature in the 40s. It’s hard to describe how I felt as we walked down Madison towards Grant Park and were joined by more and more sign-toting marchers. Excited, as the numbers grew. Happy, when we learned that the number of attendees matched or exceeded that of the 2017 event.
Last year, during a discussion about the climate and science marches, someone asked me what good they did? What impact do those demonstrations actually have? I felt that it was realization that one wasn’t alone, and the sense of camaraderie that developed as you walked with people of all ages, from all walks of life.
It also brings to mind something Luna Lovegood tells Harry Potter in The Order of the Phoenix film while they’re visiting the thestrals. “If I were you know who, I would want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it’s just you alone, you’re not as much of a threat.”
Those of us who walked yesterday knew we weren’t alone.