They Marched Across America; They Marched Across the World

January 21, 2017. The rain had stopped, and the day beckoned, with clean but breezy skies. The rightness of my decision to march felt as pure as a rain-cleansed sky. I’d signed petitions, written articles, written congressmen, and wondered if my efforts made any difference. Perhaps the Women’s March would have no impact either, but somehow it felt important, spiritual even. Certainly historic.

The traffic seemed unusually light on my drive to Chico. And when I saw a half-filled parking lot, I wondered if any but a few would show up at the city plaza, where we would meet. Upon leaving my car, I saw another parking lot, crowded with kiosks. It turned out to be a farmers’ market, well underway with offerings of great produce. I passed through and noticed another woman walking in the same direction I was taking.

“Are you going to the march?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

When we reached the plaza, it was so crowded with people that I had to snake about to get to tables that held sign-up sheets for local events or free signs. I picked up a small paper one and headed for the restrooms. There was a small line, of women and men. The toilet doors were open, so we could see each had one stall. A plaque built into the wall said these facilities were open to all genders. I pointed that out, and a woman of about 45 agreed with me that that was a good idea. She was wearing a pink hat over a brown one, and the pink one threatened to slip off her head, until a nearby lady fixed it for her. The two-hat lady then explained why she was wearing two hats. “I’m female on top and male below.”

This statement brought no change in the congeniality of those waiting in line. One of the men even offered information on whether there was a urinal in the restrooms.

Afterward I returned to the dense crowd, noting how so many men were attending. They were welcomed, and signs suggested that men of quality practiced equality. They were husbands, fathers, brothers, and sons. Indeed whole families attended, as evidenced by the presence of the old and the very young. I finally edged up to the table where I could select a large, sturdy sign that read on one side, Normalize Equality.

It was interesting to read the different signs. Love Trumps Hate seemed to be a favorite, or Women’s Rights Are Human Rights, but there were many other wonderful messages, a few even in Spanish. One that touched me to tears were the words of Joan Baez, to the effect that action is the cure for despair. Later as we marched, I saw an elderly woman holding a sign that said she was marching for the same reason her mother, her grandmother, and her great grandmother marched. That stuck with me.

Before marching, however, we were greeted by the organizing team. For no more than five minutes apiece, some of them spoke. There was a Latina university professor who had been in this country for 20 years and was thankful for what it had given her. Another was a Japanese American professor who was a native of this country and had been through a lot. A woman who looked to be in her 60s but was really in her 90s spoke for about a minute. She was a veteran of WWII and said her daughter would be wearing her uniform in the parade. I wanted to hear from the tall, statuesque African American woman who also stood on stage, but she didn’t speak. She looked stunning, like a goddess in a yellow turban.

We received instructions on marching and were told to ignore any hecklers. Actually there were no hecklers. On our way onto the street, I passed the lady in the yellow turban. Closer up I could see her youth. Was she a university student? I said, “I love your outfit.”

She thanked me.

“I come from a rainbow family,” I told her.

“I come from a rainbow family, too.”

Wow.

And then we entered the street and slowly passed the city hall. A lady beside me was walking her golden retriever. The dog was so well mannered, that I jokingly said, “Oh, is your dog marching for animal rights?”

“I have a border collie,” another lady responded from nearby.

Some started chanting and I joined in. And when the man behind me said, “I hope they don’t do ho, ho, hey, hey,” I agreed with him.

Actually we hardly chanted. We mostly partook of pleasant remarks. The only chant I remember is “Freedom! Freedom!”

A policeman and his car at each turning intersection directed our progress. All along the way, people who were watching smiled and sometimes showed us a victory sign. Shopkeepers stood in their open doorways, watching with approval. We passed the farmers’ market, and as we continued toward the university, cheers arose. Across the intersection we could see the other street, that it, too, was filled with marchers.

A lady alongside me asked me where we were headed.

“To the city plaza.”

She had joined the march late because she’d walked from home. She asked me where I was from. I told her, “Red neck country.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Because of the signs that had been erected leading up to the election.”

“It’s changing,” she said, meaning for the better.

A young man danced at the edge of the street, facing the marchers. He was playing a saxophone like a professional. Later we passed a man playing a ukulele, and doing a fine job of it.

I came upon the lady in her mother’s uniform. We fell into a brief conversation. Her mother had served in the army. I, also, had served in the army, but during the Vietnam war.

We passed another intersection where we could see marchers filling the streets we had left. Soon we reached the plaza. A rally would follow, but I had accomplished my aim. I drove home, feeling clean and at peace.

Once home, I shared with my husband about the event, and we booted up the computer, to watch with amazement and delight the march that stretched around the world.

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  2. Brian Piper
    Jan 29, 2017 @ 12:33:03

    Wow Gloria,

    It was great reading your firsthand account of attending the the Women’s march in Chico, California. It is a great community, and I am very pleased with your effort and that of your fellow marchers. I am pleased that not only women were there, but also men and children.

    I am somewhat pleased that there is so much disagreement with our “president” Trump. He is somewhat of an expert at offending so many people. Iam amazed at how a man can tell so many lies,but gain popular support because he promises to make America great. I think many people view him a some form of courageous hero, when in fact he is a courageous clown/tyrant. I hope his promises to make America great really do occur, but so far his actions in making Cabinet appointments and his executive orders are somewhat offensive and even Unconstitutional, in regard to the Muslim religion. Religious freedom is a major trademark of American life, and it is even upheld via the US constitution.

    Walter sent me an newpaper report over Facebook, showing how China and India are promoting personal liberty, while the new US President is creating ill feelings with his Executive Orders that further restrict Planned Parenthood and Muslim Immigrants from several countries. With his Cabinet picks he is appointing people who are known enemies over the the organizations that they are now in charge of. I think climate change, planned parenthood, public schools, and religious freedom are now at risk.

    love,
    Brian

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