I attended the Women’s March yesterday with one of my friends, and it was absolutely amazing. We knew it was going to be big when we got to the New Carrollton Metro station and there were people *everywhere.* Signs galore, pink pussy hats as far as the eye could see. Our train was jam-packed with people headed to the march, and we had some chants going on the train. The next few stations we passed were also filled with people.
Estimates I’ve heard put the march at 500,000 making it the largest protest ever held in DC. Including sister marches around the country and around the world, it numbered in the millions.
The mood was hopeful and determined. There was a lot of cheering, and a lot of laughter.
I have a lot more hope now than I had throughout November and December. This can’t be a singular thing. It has to be a beginning. We have to yell and scream and fight as loud and as hard as we can, and not give up.