Finding a Sense of Purpose for Everyone Starts with a March for Women
February 14, 2018 - Cori Wilbur
January 20, 2018 is a date to remember. Supposed to mark the one-year anniversary of Trump’s inauguration, down the road, that’s not what it will signify. What people will remember, however, is a different anniversary: the second-annual Women’s March, an event that sparked the beginning of the movement aptly named The Resistance.
Don’t let the official title of the event throw you off; attendance wasn’t limited to just women. Throughout cities nationwide, including San Marcos, anyone with a working moral compass congregated in droves to emphasize power to the polls. This march was about people and finally agreeing on a sense of purpose.
Attending events like this goes beyond just marching and waving a homemade banner around. It’s about encouraging participation on a broader spectrum, that goes beyond the construct of political affiliation. It’s about being able to publicly say, “I’m not okay with what’s going on.”
At this point last year, the shock of Trump’s election was too fresh in my mind and I was too afraid of a violent confrontation with a red-hat to participate in rallies and protests. As the year progressed and the issues digressed, my fears of confronting the enemy grew smaller and smaller. After I got wind of the relentless protesters successfully driving “Representative” Darrell Issa to resigning, I knew I wanted to attend the Women’s March this year.
Congress, believe it or not, is supposed to be there to represent and protect you. Unfortunately, Capitol Hill acts as a bubble in which members now only represent and protect corporations or those who donate big money in exchange for promises. You mean you’re not totally stoked on the new tax bill or proposed immigration policies?
Both political parties face their own sets of challenges. On one side, you have the Democrats who are a fairly cooperative collection of people but without a common sense of purpose; on the other side, you have the Republicans who have a very clear sense of purpose but it requires an every-man-for-himself mind set to achieve.
I arrived at the march, poster in hand, ready to kick some patriarchal butt. Angered by the current issues regarding sexual harassment and abuse, coming to light, Steve joined me as well. Roaming around the Palomar College campus, we interacted with a wide variety of people including Deputy Mayor of Oceanside, Chuck Lowery, who was there to march.
Although I originally intended to leave before the official march took off, I ended up encased in it. Triggered by a wing-nut protester holding a “defund Planned Parenthood” sign, I couldn’t leave without marching. Also, it was rather cold outside and I needed to warm up.
Two important details about the rogue protester: 1) he was an old, white male; 2) he was alone. I realized there was nothing to be scared of here. There was over a thousand of us and only one of him. The negativity was on the other end of the street. He is only a representation of a small minority within this country.
One young girl yelled out in response to the man, “No ovaries, no opinion!” Another little girl I saw waved a sign that had the word “girl” crossed out and “human being” written below.
What inspired me during this march, however, was that it negated the narcissist plague attacking the White House. It was a completely unselfish endeavor. With so much “me me me” coming from Congress, it was refreshing to feel the compassion for humanity radiating out of the group.
Many comparisons about what’s going on have been made to the ’60s Anti-War movement. What makes these times different, however, is that those participating appear freer, which I saw first-hand at the march.
The journey to taking back our democracy can get exhausting on an individual level. But marches like this are empowering and energizing–they bring people together and provide a resurgence of enthusiasm. It even makes the fight more fun and, ultimately, successful.