Women’s March on Charlotte: hope returns

Over 10,000 amazing, passionate, committed, determined human beings (and dogs – can’t forget the fabulous dogs!) came together yesterday for the Women’s March on Charlotte, one of the many sister marches to the Women’s March in Washington, DC, that were held all over the world.

Waiting for the train to take us to First Ward Park, where the march began, we were surrounded by other people headed to the march, many of us with signs, and the phenomenal energy of the march began in the parking lot of the train station. The determination was palpable and the air seemed to be vibrating with purpose. Our train car was packed, and we chanted several times as we made the 30 minute trip to our destination, everybody in that very crowded train car, all colors and shapes and ages and genders and personal reasons for being there, and we were all just yelling it out, together: FIRED UP! READY TO GO!

In the photo below you can see how the tops of the skyscrapers in the background are obscured by fog. This is what it looked like in Charlotte as masses of people were still pouring in. When we finally began to march – didn’t happen till 10:30 instead of 10, and I’m guessing that might have a bit to do with the fact that they weren’t expecting more than 2,000 or so people and instead got at least more than five times that many -but when we did finally start moving, that fog began lifting, and the sun came out. How’s that for a powerful metaphor? I know I’ll take it. I’m ready to take it.

For me, at least, the fog of despair and dread is lifting, and I can feel the brilliant, powerful heat of unified determination waiting. Hard work ahead, my friends – it’s time to pick up that phone and make those calls to your senators and representatives, to the White House, to whomever needs calling to be reminded that you vote and you are watching. It’s time to volunteer locally on a grassroots level. It’s time to stop mourning and it’s time to take action. It’s time.