I said I wasn’t sure if I would, but I did, and…
I’m so happy I did.
I took the path into midtown Manhattan Saturday afternoon to meet up with my friends at Grand Central. We walked from 42nd St to 55th St (we were stopped short of Trump Tower; I’m unsure why) to music and chanting alongside women and men of all ages, colors, religions, backgrounds. The cops smiled as they moved us (slowly) along. It was calm, peaceful, and inspiring.
Afterwards, we got some food at a Mexican restaurant on the west side. At the end of our meal, the manager came up to us to offer us 10% off our check. “Business tonight has been crazy,” he told us. “The one good thing Trump caused was this protest.” We talked a little more about the state of our nation and the manager expressed his fear of the fact that Trump is now president. “I’m from Mexico,” he went on. “But I’m also American. And I’m not a rapist.”
The fact that he felt the need to clarify that is one of the reasons #whyImarch.
I remain frightened for the future of our country. But Saturday gave me a little hope. At the march, I saw the America I know, the one I will continue to fight for, and I was reminded that though they currently have more power than us, we the people who oppose Trump outnumber the people who support him.
WE are what makes America great. Love trumps hate.