Not Being Silent: The March on New York City

Gridlocked crowd at Second Avenue and 48 Street at Womens March 1-21-17

About 399,999 protesters and I shut down Midtown.

Marchers with the Center for the Women of New York assemble before marching on 1-21-17I attended the Women’s March on New York City with a friend and the Center for the Women of New York. We assembled in a midtown hotel lobby where I bought a commemorative pin and sash from the Center; they need the money and I wanted a memento that I can use again. I helped myself to complimentary coffee as added fuel.

I knew the event would be successful but none of us expected the fantastic turnout. It was too crowded to join the scheduled march at our assigned time and location; we simply couldn’t get through the crowd. Then a few marchers became a little claustrophobic so our group eventually dispersed. My friend and I were still unable to march up Fifth Avenue but did walk around, chatting with other attendees and admiring the signs. We chanted. I joined in singing “This Land Is Your Land.” The doormen at a posh hotel let us use their luxurious restroom.

It was inspirational. While women’s rights were the main focus, attendees also addressed healthcare, immigration rights, free speech and religious freedoms. The City was unprepared for the huge number of people; I don’t think there enough police officers to guide human and vehicular traffic. The few who were assigned were friendly. There was no violence. Everyone played nice.

Celebrities and politicians were scheduled to speak. I’m sure some did but I was nowhere near a stage. We couldn’t even get to the staging area! There was some spontaneous cheering that felt like a wave of sound: it would start somewhere and would travel like a roar, louder and louder, until the wave wrapped itself around me and I could only join in. Why fight the positive energy?

While the majority of participants were women, there were men and children too. These were City kids; none that I saw became frightened by all these people. Some carried signs or rode on their parents’ shoulders. The adults ranged in age from teens to older folks who probably marched for rights many, many years ago.

This should become a tradition: the day after every presidential inauguration should be Demonstration Day. Citizens would remind the new leader of what really matters to them and what we expect to see resolved. We let the new president see how she or he is viewed by the citizens of each city that chooses to demonstrate. We observe the new administration’s reaction and proceed accordingly.

Looks like we’ll be out there a lot more for the next four years. I’m sure glad I bought that Women’s March button.

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27 thoughts on “Not Being Silent: The March on New York City

  1. The time to be silent and accept this stuff is over. There is a mad man at the helm of the ship and running the country aground. Will he be like the captain of the Titanic who in the movie asked the steward for more ice for his drink just before the ship hit an ice berg or will he act responsibly.

    Someone in congress or the senate needs to have the spine to question and critique the newly “crowned” president. He has to be reminded that it is “government for the people” and his executive orders can and should be be questoned.

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    1. So many people couldn’t attend, people with jobs, family responsibilities, chores that can’t wait or logistical issues. I bet you were with us in spirit and that support really counts!

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  2. What an awesome experience. Congratulations on getting out there and being a part of such an important day. I feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. I loved seeing your photos.

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  3. Excellent post. I have been there ‘virtually’ with you. I think the Women’s Movement is alive and well judging by the protests that were held all over the world. Thanks for posting this!

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      1. Thank you. I agree that the movement has ben revitalized. We need to keep it strong as things can go backwards in a blink of an eye. I am onld enough to remember not being able to get a credit card unless I had a father or husband who would sign on with me. A minor detail perhaps but part of the bigger picture of women’s rights.

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