So, I have been writing in this space for almost eight years. I never expected to keep it up this long, but I absolutely love that I have a "journal" I can go back and read about the kids and our life. That's what this space is to me, a place to preserve our memories. With that being said, I don't tend to write about political stuff, or world news, or anything like that, I focus on our family. But sometimes what's going on in the outside world becomes a little too big, and it becomes a very real and tangible part of our little bubble. So what I'm going to write about in this post is political, but it is something that I am incredibly proud of and something that was truly a life changing moment for me, so I think it deserves to be documented here.
If you want to skip this post, I understand. I promise we will soon be back to our regular scheduled programing of kids, kids and more kids!
OK, that was a long intro. Unless you've been living under a rock, you know that about three months ago Donald Trump was elected the 45th president of the United States. To say I was horrified and devastated would be an understatement. I am one of the millions who was appalled by this mans treatment of woman, minorities, people with disabilities, people who disagreed with him.... the list goes on and on. I felt his campaign was ran and won on a platform of hatred, fear-mongering, and bigotry, and my heart hurt when I realized how many people supported these ideologies.
So, I cried. A lot. Then I got angry. And then I realized I had to get involved. I joined groups, started calling my senators and representatives, went to rallies, and started educating myself on the issues I really cared about. And when the movement started to March on Washington DC the day after his inauguration, I knew it was something I wanted to be a part of. So last Friday myself and three friends boarded a plane and flew across the country to join millions of others who wanted their voices to be heard.
(A plane full of woman and men ready to resist!)
And then Saturday. Well, if you watch the news you know there were quite a few of us there. People flew in and drove in from all over the country. And when I say there was a few of us.... I mean there was about 1.2 million (which is the latest number I have heard from the news!).
Between the rally and the march we were out for a good seven or eight hours, and by the end we were exhausted and elated.
We ended at a field in front of the white house, which was pretty cool. (The march had soon many people that people ended up walking a lot of different routes through the city, I believe other groups ended up directly in front of the White House!) It mad me sad to know it was no longer occupied by a man I though was so eloquent and respectable (Hey Obama!), but instead by a man who I cannot and will not respect. But I also know our message was being heard.
Like I said, my words don't feel adequate, so I'll leave you with some more pictures.
After our long and successful day we headed out to a local joint to celebrate and unwind. Luckily we weren't leaving until Monday, so we also had Sunday to explore the city a bit. I knew the one place I wanted to go was the Holocaust Museum, so after briefly checking out the art institute and seeing the constitution that's where we spent the rest of the day.
The Holocaust Museum was...... devastating. I cried pretty much the whole way through. But I also think it was so important, especially with how divide our country is right now. It was terrifying to see how Hitler rose to power, and to be honest there were so many things that were similar if not identical to the current leader, it scared me.
The pictures broke my heart. Families. Babies. Husbands and wives and children. Wiped off this earth.