Women’s March Los Angeles

posted on: January 22, 2017

 

 

We were lucky. Rain let up for the day after breaking California’s five-year drought.

I woke up early, met Sheila Finch, and we boarded the 7:15 am Metro Blue Line train at the first station in Long Beach going north to Los Angeles. The platform was packed. We were the last to squeeze into the train and get seats. At the next jammed station, the conductor announced, “Just get on. Don’t worry about paying,” sounding as excited as us by the event. “More trains are coming. Another one in six minutes,” he promised.

At the major connecting station in Long Beach, the crowd snaked from the platform, down the street, and through the parking lot. We cheered our soon to be companions. The energy from the throng, our growing awareness that many people were marching with us, thickened our excitement.
Once out into the sunlight, we walked toward the square. We got a few blocks, but soon met a wall of so many people it was impossible to march to city hall. We had filled all the streets, all the side streets, and the square.

We stood together and admired the signs. The pink pussy hats. The beautiful diversity of people. We cheered helicopters flying overhead taking pictures of us, estimating how many of us stood in the sun.

Some signs:

“Love Trumps Hate.”

“Let’s make America Great for Everyone.”

“Free Melania.”

“Privileged fucks like me should feel obliged to Whine and Kick and Scream until everyone has everything they need.”  

“Our bodies. Our minds. Our power.”

And my favorite: “They tried to bury us. They did not know we are seeds.”

We did not notice any police. Perhaps they were in plain clothes.  People warned each other if the crowd were so packed it was not passable. After a few hours, we walked to a hotel restaurant. Alas, the Maitre d’ informed us, “We are closed. We have just served over 700 people and have to clean up. We were not prepared for this many people.” We got coffee and bought the only food left, a breakfast burrito. 

It was already afternoon and Sheila needed to get home. The crowd had dispersed, and I made my way to City Hall where people were chanting:

“Hi. Hi. Ho. Ho. Donald Trump has got to go.”

“Black Lives Matter.”

“My Body. My Choice.”

A drum circle paraded through the streets.

Off in the distance I heard, “We Shall Overcome.” 

On the way back to the Metro, I walked through a street of political booths. A woman handed me a card so each citizen could take the Oath to uphold the constitution. “I did this yesterday. It’s amazingly profound,” I told her.

Cecilia organized to change the 13th amendment so that prisoners can no longer be slaves. There will be a national march in August. 

People in another booth worked to pass the Equal Rights Amendment. And another booth encourages California’s independence. (California is the 6th largest economy in the world, and has a larger population than Poland. California subsidizes other states to the detriment of itself. California votes do not have the same influence as votes from other states. California is proud of its diversity and wants to control its own immigration and environmental policies.)

I was inspired by the march and empowered to be a part of assuring that we the people will be heard and recognized. I read there were 750,000 marchers in Los Angeles, and over 1,000,000 in DC, accompanied by sister marches around the world.  None were violent. My take-away, my sense of reassurance is in this: This groundswell of people proves once again that we are together in our belief in each other and the sense that there can be no liberty unless there is equality for all. We are millions to stand as a wall together insuring racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia do not triumph.  We are together,  celebrating the immensity of our compassion for all of us.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Women’s March Los Angeles

  1. Rachel P says:

    thank you dear ap – it was like being there…hats +all!
    posting the sign about’the seed’ inspired me to share it with music friend: pianist/vocalist/educator/composer dena derose (who wasn’t aware of it) – hopefully she will put it to music+song!!!

  2. Ann Pearlman says:

    Thanks… Can’t wait to hear your friend’s song!

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