Today, millions of people marched in solidarity with the thousands at Washington, D.C. in order to show that we, all people of minorities that have been attacked in President Trump's election period, are here to fight, to stand tall, and to resist bigotry and hate.
I marched at Montpelier, which was set out to have at least 5,000 people and at most 9,000 people.
We began the morning by moving sluggish, under the impression that, "it's Vermont. We can leave half an hour later than we were going to." Which we did. And we would later regret.
My brother made a sign, my mom made a sign, and my friend and I made two signs each. We piled in the car, coats jammed between seats, and were on our way. Once we hit the highway, we realized: there are a lot more people than we envisioned.
Traffic was backed up all the way to the exit. A trip that should have taken at most thirty minutes, took close to two hours. It was the best traffic I've been in. People opened their windows and stuck their posters out. People sang through the honking. Some even got out of their cars and marched right on the side of I89, ready to go.
We eventually made it, though, and once we were there, we practically ran to where everybody was lining up. We stood next to a man with a drum on his hip and a woman with a hat made of pink yarn. There were performers, children, elderly, men, women, dogs, and even a man with a bubble wand. (I don't know where the bubbles came from.) We marched across a bridge. We stopped traffic. We flooded the streets. We came, we saw, we conquered.
The thing I'm met with the most, I think, is the amount of people that showed. We ended up having close to 20,000 people marching in solidarity with us. I don't think I've ever seen that amount of people in real life. It was amazing. Truly.
I could feel myself becoming a part of history. And sometimes, the fight gets wearisome. It gets hard to try to make your voices heard above all of the yelling, hatred, and violence. And often, when you're alone, it's hard to keep the fight going. But today made it so much easier to stand there, look around, and remind myself that I'm not alone in this, and we have a real shot at changing history.
I met some amazing people today. I hope you did too. If you didn't make it out to a march, don't worry, we're just getting started. If you did, get some more poster board and motivation, cause we're just getting started.
Thank you, to all of the beautiful women who planned this, and to all of the beautiful people that supported this. Pictures to follow.
I marched at Montpelier, which was set out to have at least 5,000 people and at most 9,000 people.
We began the morning by moving sluggish, under the impression that, "it's Vermont. We can leave half an hour later than we were going to." Which we did. And we would later regret.
My brother made a sign, my mom made a sign, and my friend and I made two signs each. We piled in the car, coats jammed between seats, and were on our way. Once we hit the highway, we realized: there are a lot more people than we envisioned.
Traffic was backed up all the way to the exit. A trip that should have taken at most thirty minutes, took close to two hours. It was the best traffic I've been in. People opened their windows and stuck their posters out. People sang through the honking. Some even got out of their cars and marched right on the side of I89, ready to go.
We eventually made it, though, and once we were there, we practically ran to where everybody was lining up. We stood next to a man with a drum on his hip and a woman with a hat made of pink yarn. There were performers, children, elderly, men, women, dogs, and even a man with a bubble wand. (I don't know where the bubbles came from.) We marched across a bridge. We stopped traffic. We flooded the streets. We came, we saw, we conquered.
 |
The thing I'm met with the most, I think, is the amount of people that showed. We ended up having close to 20,000 people marching in solidarity with us. I don't think I've ever seen that amount of people in real life. It was amazing. Truly.
I met some amazing people today. I hope you did too. If you didn't make it out to a march, don't worry, we're just getting started. If you did, get some more poster board and motivation, cause we're just getting started.
Comments