Everything about the worldwide Women's March on Saturday was impressive. The sheer number of people who came out, and how wildly that number exceeded what was expected in every city. The fact that there was no violence, and no arrests. The fact that it was a WORLDWIDE event; and that it was organized both globally and locally by women. The fact that there were marches in even traditionally "red" and conservative cities. And on, and on. I desperately wanted to make it to Washington DC, but work responsibilities and money, kept me in Colorado last weekend. However, like most others, I was shocked at the number of people in Civic Park, in downtown Denver. I was also super surprised at how warm and welcoming the entire event was. My mother spent the 60s and 70s protesting nonstop: women's rights, civil rights, Vietnam. I always assumed that protests (though, this wasn't that, exactly) had an air of anger. Certainly that exists--there are plenty of reasons to be angry--but that wasn't the attitude on Saturday. People were happy to be there: it was a community. I asked several people if I could take their picture, with their signs, and they all seemed so touched. Like, "Yes, document that I was here: that I stand for this." For the past couple of months, I've generally felt embarrassed by our nation; but on Saturday, I was utterly proud. Friends of mine from Indiana, NYC, Texas, DC, and LA sent pictures from their respective march. All I can think is, there's hope.
I put together a Vimeo from all of the signs that I saw and received.