The women’s march, the world over, has already made a difference, and I will tell you why.
I was at Obama’s inauguration in 2008. It was freezing cold out, and I couldn’t see for shit; just packed into a crowd with half a million of my closest friends, unable to even lift my arms. And everyone was so happy. So hopeful. So ready.
I saw some of that today. Instead of gleeful cheers we had righteous yells, and sassy signs, and angry hearts. But there was hope in peoples’ eyes. And I haven’t felt hopeful for even a second since cheeto voldemort won the election, but today I got my hope back. Today we lifted each other’s spirits and reminded the world that we are strong and we can still fight. And I don’t know about y'all but that is something I desperately needed to see. A rebellion built on hope.