My Chicago friends will
ask me why I marched for women’s rights and social justice in Chattanooga. The
short answer is that’s where we were when the 2018 Women’s March occurred. I
wished that I was home in Chicago for this occasion, but I was glad that my
husband and I marched in Chattanooga because it turned all the stereotypes I
had of the South on their heads. We need to shake up our assumptions every so
often to stay alive.
As we entered Coolidge
Park, I told myself that I would be glad to march with the 100 to
200 people that would brave marching in this small (population about 175,000)
Southern city. I told myself not to be afraid of the police or the bystanders
who would be jeering at us.
We walked into the park
where the warm- up rally was taking place. A singer revved us up covering
Aretha Franklin’s R-E-S-P-E-C-T and then I turned around. People kept coming.
They were old and young. They were predominantly white but there were some
people of color, too. There were men and women. Everyone mingled comfortably.
Then we marched over the
bridge into downtown and back over the bridge back to the park. The people kept
coming – about 6,000 of them. I didn’t see any police. Nobody on the sidelines
jeered. On the contrary, people in the crowds waved and many driving by honked signaling their
support.
We talked to people who told
us about Democratic women candidates who are running for office in areas where
Democrats hadn’t run before. Some said they were in small minorities in their
towns. The fact that all these people were there was testament that they were a
much larger minority than I thought they were. Students told us they would
definitely register to vote. A woman walked with her daughter and granddaughter
in a stroller. She said, “I told her [her granddaughter] with tears in my eyes that
by the time she went to school, we would have a different president.”
I only hope that she is able to keep her
promise because there was so much to march for.
I marched to raise my voice to warn the
current occupier of the White House that I won’t accept America becoming a
Fascist state. I marched to demand respect for all Americans regardless of
gender, ability level, skin color, origin, religious affiliation or lack
thereof, or sexual orientation. Lastly, I marched to demand that we don’t give
up. That we go to the polls in droves in November.
For the first time
since November 8, 2016, I acted on these values with hope. When T. got elected,
I thought that America was headed to Fascism and we would have to emigrate.
For the first time, I’m hopeful that may not happen. If people who hadn’t
marched before can march in Chattanooga and cities throughout America, maybe
there is hope. Maybe America will regain its ideals. Maybe America can be
America again. We all have to keep demanding it – Together.
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