what comes next

So the March is over and those who participated and the media celebrates. Why not? Reports and interviews over the last few days clearly indicate that we got under the skin of the President and his surrogates. Naturally what would follow would be the opinions expressed by a few elected officials, business owners and even some women who basically feel the peaceful, global movement is not needed because in America, women do have everything they need and if they don’t, it’s their own fault, and marching won’t fix that.

Yeah, we touched a nerve.

Let’s keep standing on that nerve.

I will accept the idea shared by certain lawmakers that a woman who looks like me, a woman who is as old as, or perhaps older than me is safe from pussy grabbing. Looking at your shared images on your office websites and social media accounts, I would offer likewise.

Like the Christys out there, my life is fairly comfortable…now! I now have the good fortune of a good education, a career with good benefits, a cozy home in a nice, suburban neighborhood and a number of other amenities that I take for granted believing them to be necessities rather than luxuries. I am lucky to have a sober, hard-working spouse who loves and respects me as much as he loves and respects his adult daughters and teen-aged son. I live in a bubble now and because I was not raised in such a fortunate, comfortable bubble, I am well aware of that and I give thanks for that reality. It’s good to no longer have to live with domestic violence and abuse, alcoholism and drug abuse, crime and poverty. I give thanks for this life I live now all the time because that which was my childhood has never been my children’s reality, nor my grandchildren’s.

Marching with the colorfully diverse group of peoples through Oakland, high-fiving and hugging law enforcement officers who gamely wore pink pussy hats, I was well aware of the white privilege that protected us. We were a peaceful march; still a loud march that pretty much shut down downtown Oakland. The same was happening everywhere else that day. Take away the white old ladies, middle aged women, young families with children and even the celebrities would it have been the same? Regarding my privilege and the bubble I live in, I can’t help but ponder that.

So what comes next? The Women’s March had a YUGE impact, a BIGLY one. But it is just the beginning. On January 21, over 5 Million of us worldwide and over 1 Million in Washington, D.C., came to march, speak and make our voices heard. But it doesn’t end here – now is not the time to hang up our marching shoes – it’s time to get our friends, family and community together and make history.


The First Action: Write a postcard to your Senators about what matters most to you – and how you’re going to continue to fight for it in the days, weeks and months ahead.

Write down your thoughts. Pour your heart out on any issue that you care about, whether it’s ending gender-based violence, reproductive rights and women’s health, LGBTQIA rights, worker’s rights, civil rights, immigrant rights, religious freedom, environmental justice or anything else.

If you need some inspiration, check out the Women’s March Unity Principles and #WhyIMarch hashtag.

Overachiever that I am, I not only wrote my Senators (because Dianne Feinstein and Kamala Harris both are supportive of that which is important to me), but also my Representative, as well as the Senate Majority Leader, Speaker of the House and the man in the White House. Virtually everything that is important to me they are currently intent on tearing down and what over 5 million people like me did this weekend currently bugs the hell out of them.

This action was not hard. It literally took a half hour out of my day and a quick run to my local SaveMart to buy some stamps. Yeah, I recognize that  I’m still protesting in my little White Women bubble. But it’s a start and there is always a starting point. I intend to continue to move forward…onward even.


2 thoughts on “what comes next

  1. Every postcard counts. As for our bubbles, if we each do what we can in good faith, that’s a lot more than if we stayed home and pouted. We need to put our privilege to work! So glad you were out there too.

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