On Wednesday, I fell on the ice and tore some cartilage in my knee so unfortunately, I can’t be out in the street marching today. I desperately wish I could be there physically but I am 100% there in spirit.
So, why do I march? Well…
I march for those who are marginalized. I march for those who are forgotten. I march for those who are alone. I march for those who are afraid. I march for peace and justice and all that is good and loving in this world.
I consider myself to be a patriot, though maybe not in the way Trump thinks I should be.
I deeply believe in the American values of equality for ALL people regardless of race, creed, religion, gender identity, or sexuality. I believe in America as a melting pot, once revered for welcoming the poor, huddled masses. I believe that America IS already great and her spirit is indomitable.
I believe in America. I’m afraid for my country in this dark hour, but we’ve always been strongest when tested. We will weather this storm.
It will be a rough four years and we will not be the same in the end. I do not know if we will be better or worse but I am hopeful that, if we work together, we will all be alright.