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Did You Hear Women Marched for Their Rights?

2017 January 26
by Becky


If you’re here reading this, you already know I spent the weekend in D.C. for the Women’s March! Five million women across the world marched and is being called the largest protest in U.S. history. Check out these amazing world-wide pictures from Cup of Jo.

Taking this trip was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made and, at the same time, I can’t really believe I was a part of something so momentous. I walked in the door on Sunday and said to Stu, “Can you believe I just did that?? I can’t believe I just did that!”

I’m still digesting the day, the first day I’ve felt real hope for our country since the election. I flew to D.C. on inauguration day, in airports FULL of women heading to the march, pink pussy hats a blazin. Everyone on my shuttle, everyone in the Starbucks line, and my entire plane from St. Louis was marchers. The Southwest flight attendants started several cheers and even sang us songs. It was the distraction we all needed to get through the presidential hand-off.


I’m going to attempt to keep this light because, in its entirety, that is what my experience was. Positive, supportive, inspiring, engaging, and downright powerful. And since I don’t want to turn my tiny corner of the interweb into rants about how completely terrified I am of the new administration that’s been in charge for all over 2.5 seconds and has already signed so many executive orders that make me want to scream (I’m VERY terrified), I’ll just keep talking about our day at the march.

The weekend was incredible. I met six friends in the capital to march for women’s rights, for gender equality, women’s health, and Planned Parenthood. The crowd was also marching for LGBTQ rights, to fight race discrimination, for education and the environment and immigration and freedom of religion…my personal list goes on and on, everyone there seemed to agree.


So the morning of the march we donned our purple “Girls Just Wanna Have FUNdamental Rights” capes (yes, we wore capes) and after much debate about taking the Metro, we Uber’d over to the Capitol building from our hotel in Pentagon City. Best decision ever since the Metro was SLAMMED.

**Before I go any further, I must note that all seven of us shared one hotel room. It was like a grade school sleep over and was incredibly fun and I’m so glad we were all too cheap to splurge for a second room! As if this wasn’t already an epic girls weekend, sharing this tiny room put us over the top. I highly recommend it.


We joined the throngs of people—men, women, and children—heading for the rally, situated on Independence, next to the Museum of the Native American. We headed into the rally crowd, just minutes before the first speaker was to start. We were swallowed up by the dense crowd full of happy marchers. Holding signs, singing songs, high-fiving us for our awesome capes as our purple conga line slowly snaked forward. (My friends are brilliant for getting us those capes because we’d have lost each other in a second otherwise)

My moment of zen was climbing the steps of the National Art Gallery to see this crowd. Here we were, hours before the march was to start, and a sea of people stretched from the Capitol to the Washington Monument.

WomensMarchonDC-PanoramicOn the steps of the National Gallery of Art…the view was spectacular.

Seeing this perspective I was filled with a rush of emotions. I’ve never felt so safe and supported. Standing in the middle of hundreds of thousands of like-minded, smiling strangers felt like a hug.

I think the best way to describe each face is hopeful. We’re angry and scared and know what’s happening is so incredibly wrong but we still smiled and laughed and protested peacefully. I saw nothing but love being spread throughout the crowd. Not a mean word was shouted, there was no violence. We were all there hoping something we did would matter. Would make a little difference. Would make someone listen. Or spark something in each of us.

Like Aziz Ansari said in his SNL monologue that night, “…if you look at our country’s history, change doesn’t come from presidents. Change comes from large groups of angry people. And if Day 1 is any indication, you are part of the largest group of angry people I have ever seen.”

Women marched all over the world and now seem more fired up than ever to keep this resistance burning. Fired up! Ready to go.


I can’t end this post without paying tribute to my friend Kate, the person who sent me a text on November 9 telling me about this march. Telling me she was going, I should too. She has the biggest heart of anyone I know and this experience couldn’t have been the same without her by my side.

If you’d like to take some action, check out the Women’s March website where they are outlining a plan of 10 actions in 100 days. Calling representatives, writing postcards, and learning about how to make your voice heard.

Did you march last weekend? Where? While I wouldn’t give up our DC experience for anything, I was a little sad to miss out on the HUGE turnout at the St. Louis march. Our city is amazing!!! 

2 Responses
  1. Sandy schon permalink
    January 27, 2017

    Way to go Beck!!! Stand up for what you believe in and you won’t have any regrets.

  2. Cathy Coleman permalink
    January 30, 2017

    Wey to go! So glad you were there and had that experience!! St. Louis was amazing as well. From one nasty women to another, March on!

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