I was a teenager and young woman in the 60’s and 70’s. I went to college during the Vietnam War when we had to leave our dorms in the middle of the night because of bomb scares. I remember Kent State. Through it all, I never joined a march or protest. I was so focused on just getting through my life at that time – which meant full-time school plus working 30 hours a week. I could only focus on getting an education so I could get a good job to support myself.
Fast forward to almost 50 years later and here I am today – January 21, 2017. I participated in my first organized march!
I am so happy that I had the opportunity to be in Los Angeles with my daughter Kristina, my granddaughter Lolo, and 750,000 others who marched peacefully in support of this very important mission:
“We stand together in solidarity for the protection of our rights, our safety, our health and our families — recognizing that our vibrant and diverse communities are the strength of our country.”
Here’s a little of our adventure.
The preparations started yesterday. It was a miserable day weather-wise as it rained “buckets” the entire day. Here in southern California where it never rains! I believe it was Mother Nature’s way of “crying” over the inauguration😭. My daughter and I spent the day looking at maps, figuring out the transit system and devising an evacuation plan if needed. We each decided on a message for the sign we would carry. Can you guess the creator of each sign?
We packed food and got to bed early in anticipation of leaving early in the morning.
We got up this morning and saw the forecast was for a beautiful day. Mother Nature was smiling down and happy for the day 😍😍! We said good-bye to Nick, my son-in-law, who was staying back to honor an all-day commitment he had made at Lolo’s school. Otherwise, he would have definitely marched with us.
We had decided to catch mass transit at Culver City. As soon as we started to approach Culver City we knew we were in big trouble! People were all over and it looked like the march had started there! We found a parking spot and as we were getting out of the car, people were coming back to their cars telling us not to bother walking to the train as they weren’t letting people on. We knew we had to go to Plan B – try to drive as close as we could to downtown. I said to Kristina, “our first obstacle and, as true strong women, we are not quitting!”
We made it to downtown and fairly close to Pershing Square. As close as we felt comfortable with a toddler in tow.
I have to say the experience was incredible. My first march and Lolo’s first march. I will remember this day forever. The crowd was estimated at 90,000 originally and the last report I saw approximately 750,000 actually showed up. Here’s a picture of just one of the packed streets.
Women. Men. Children. All generations. All diverse humans marching peacefully.
It was very interesting to read the signs people had made. Signs of love, signs of acceptance, signs of protest. Here is one I particularly liked.
I’m with her and her and her….and YOU!
Twice I was offered food by a fellow marcher. I felt a great sense of “sisterhood” and elation at the number of men who were marching with signs. I know my husband would have marched if he were able to be with us.
I have to say that it was a wonderful experience and one I will never forget. And, in 20 years, when my granddaughter is a young woman, her mother and I can reminisce about this day – the day that Mimi and Lolo took part in their first march, and the day the 3 Generations marched in solidarity!