It was ironic that I exited the subway right across the street from a Trump hotel. The irony continues: this hotel has a mini-Unisphere in front of it. The Unisphere is the de-facto symbol of the New York City borough of Queens, where I had just come in from. Where Trump was born and raised. Queens overwhelmingly voted against him.
While women’s equality was the prevalent theme, a myriad of other issues were addressed.
My heart sank every time I saw a #MeToo sign. Surely, the person holding that sign suffered – and survived – some sort of abuse. And here she was, telling the world when not too long ago, “telling” was advised against.
The provocative Brick by Brick was there, stoically lined up in their brick-patterned jumpsuits with revolting Trump quotes. I literally gasped when I saw them; it was that powerful.
There was little to no media coverage of the upcoming march but the police department still prepared: loads of cops and barricades. I felt like we were being corralled; you could only enter or exit the march at a couple of spots and at the end, you could only walk in one of two directions. Perfect dispersal, but pretty anticlimactic.
Still not silent, many participants wandered around the area. Some went to Times Square, some stood at the barricades cheering on the marchers. While the cops were friendly and helpful, I do believe that the leadership’s intention was to keep us from taking over the city as we did last year.
Let’s see how next year’s march goes!