I guess you could say that I’m now a protester. I completed the Women’s March London on the 21st January 2017.
Previously, I’ve been content to sit at home, on the tube or on my lunch break, and learn about women’s rights. How disadvantaged women are as a whole, as well as the separate struggles for the minorities within our number, like black or disabled or transgender women.
The things I read made me angry. Sad. Confused. Scared.
So I shared them around. A retweet, sending the link to friends. As we enter 2017, and a man who is very far from a feminist claims one of the most powerful titles in the world, that isn’t enough any more.
When I heard that thousands of people were getting involved in a march, I knew that this was my chance to get involved for once. Usually, I’m the first person to wonder why people bother protesting. Nothing, realistically, ever gets changed. It looked like a waste of a day to me.
Now that I’ve completed my first march, from Mayfair to Trafalgar Square, I’m starting to understand where everyone is coming from. Somehow I doubt that any major changes are going to happen in Westminster or Washington on Monday morning. There may be more subtle changes over time, which is definitely worth something.
But what means more to me right now is that I got to march with over 80,000 other people who feel the same way as I do. All the people marching today were so different, but we all made those placards and started waving them in the air. We marched as one, very long, protest against the people that try to keep us quiet.
For me, silence won’t cut it anymore. I’ve moved on. Maybe it’s time for you to join in as well.
Were you at the protest? What did you think of it? Would you consider going to one in future?