Today I board a bus bound for Washington D.C. to join thousands of others in a march on this country’s capital.
This is a big moment, an historic event and experience that will live with me for the rest of my life. I will be able say I was there. I will be able to say I stood up for my beliefs. I will be able to say I was not silent at a time in our country’s history when silence was not an option. This is something I’ve dreamed about doing for a long time, standing up and being heard in our nation’s capital. And now’s my chance.
Here's why I decided to join this march:
I heard him claim our president was “other”. Not from here. Illegitimate.
And I was disgusted.
I heard him say Mexicans immigrants were criminals and “rapists”.
And I was outraged.
I saw him mock a disabled reporter.
And I was appalled.
I heard him call for a ban on Muslims entering the country.
And I was horrified.
I heard him criticize a Gold Star family.
And I was repulsed.
Then I heard him say he has the right to grab a woman by her genitals and kiss her without consent.
And I understood.
#Women'sRightsAreHumanRights! This is #whyImarch.
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