Why I'm marching

Read my post-march thoughts here. 

Today, we march. I woke up early this morning and laid in bed thinking about why I really wanted to march and what it meant to me. I realized that there are many women and men out there whom also are in the same situation. Yes, we believe in equality. Yes, we’re against Donald Trump. But what did it actually all mean? 

So below is merely a train of thought, a smorgasbord if you will, of my contradictions, thoughts, concerns, etc. about the women’s march. It's unedited, unrevised and simply here because I felt the need to say something. Read it if you’d like. Or just know that it’s here if you ever get a hankering. 

I grew up in a household with a mother who could not vote and was mostly withheld from any sort of political battles. My father was (and is) a deeply rooted republican. His father was majorly involved in Vietnam and he works in the DoD. He was George W. Bush’s biggest fan, and supports the republican party at the moment — he likes Pence more than Bush, and believes in the keeping a strong military. But no, I’m not defending my dad. I’m UNDERSTANDING my dad. It’s something that I’ve never been good at. During the election I was angry that he didn’t side with me and yelled at him because I didn’t think he was ALLOWED to have a difference of opinion from me. But I’ve taken a deep breath and I understand. I understand that the military and the defense of the united states employs A L O T of people that are constantly in risk of losing their job every time that the defense budget is cut. I get that. I understand, too, that many people that hold traditional blue collar jobs see Donald Trump as a shining beacon of hope. And I understand that the world we live in is changing at a pace that is hard for many people to wrap their heads around. I get it. Honestly, though, I do. 

But this is what I don’t understand.

I don’t understand why a man who openly talks about sexually harassing and abusing women is allowed to be elected. I don’t understand why it is legal for the White House website to remove pages on climate change and LGBTQ+ rights. I don’t understand why a man — a man whom is praised by the Ku Klux Klan and whom is an advocate of what is generally comparable to the beginning of the Holocaust — is allowed to be president. It confuses me that a man whom has made statements that generally VIOLATE human rights and international law is allowed to be our leader. 

He is not my leader. 

And I will go out on a branch here — I would not feel this way if another Republican was president. It’s not an anti-republican thing. It’s an ANTI-TRUMP thing. And that’s a big distinction that I think I want to get across with the march today. I am not against democracy. I’m not against the peaceful transition of power and I’m definitely not against republicans. 

I’m against Donald Trump and everything that he’s been advocating for. 

Donald Trump makes me scared to be a female in the United States. And while I proudly have Mexican background, I look and sound like a white female. I’m well off. I have a job and a blog and a fiance and both of my parents are alive. I’m in a good position to be a citizen for the next four years, all things considered. 

But Donald Trump has made my friends terrified. He’s sent waves of women to have IUDs inserted, he’s sent waves of people to consider leaving this country {and this time they’re actually acting on it}. 

Donald Trump’s rhetoric is not one of a man that believes in unifying this country. It’s of a man who is power hungry and narcissistic and lacking the C O U R A G E to do what is right. 

So this is why I’m marching today. 

I’m marching because I’ve experienced firsthand men that treat women in the same way that Donald Trump treats women and talk to me in derogatory ways. I’ve dealt with people who believe that a woman can not be in a position of power. I’ve been called a bitch for being aggressive and having an opinion. I've been told that sexual harassment is just a part of the "real world" and that I need to shut up and keep my head down. I've been told that if I want to get anywhere, I need to appease the men in power. I’m marching because I believe that women’s rights are human rights. I’m marching because I stand with my friends who are terrified of practicing their religion in a country. A country that WAS FOUNDED AS A RELIGIOUS SAFE HAVEN. I’m marching because I stand with people of disabilities. I know what it’s like to have someone mock you over and over for the way that you look or talk. I’m marching because, like the peace marches against the Vietnam War, I am peacefully showing that I am against the current political atmosphere. 

And finally, I’m marching because DC is my city. I grew in the suburbs in Fairfax County. My parents work in Washington, D.C. and I’ve always been close to the heartbeat of the political world. DC is not just politics — DC is a sprawling city filled with incredible diversity and arts and culture and amazing food and opportunities that are boundless. DC is one of the most educated cities to live in and I’m proud to constantly be around SMART, INTELLIGENT and BEAUTIFUL human beings. 

So I’m marching today. I won’t be participating in acts of violence or abuse or shouting profanities. I’m simply marching because we are stronger together and because I believe in a world where rights are equal. And I will never stop supporting that.

That's #WhyIMarch

Read my post-march thoughts here.