I kid you not, I’ve been trying to write this blog post for the last few days with no success. I’m so tired and swamped with art foundation work, portfolio deadlines and requests and am very much done with this winter gloom. So I’ve been gone a while. But I knew I had to come back on here briefly to write about an event which deserves to be talked about and shouted about from the roof tops. I attended the Women’s March last Saturday along with a hundred thousand others in London and millions of people across the world.
I can’t even begin to sum up my feelings on the political decisions made in 2016 or the Presidential inauguration last Friday, but the chances are (if you’re anything like me), you feel it too. Y’know – uncertainty, sadness, disappointment. The feelings particularly overwhelmed me last Friday when everything which seemed so distant and unreal suddenly became true.
So filled with anger and disbelief as well as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness (the typical ‘what can little ol’ me do?’) I donned my warmest outfit and headed to the streets of London to join the march.
Hopefully through the photographs accompanying this post (all of which I took myself) you can get the feel for the march in London. It was so warm and friendly. So nice and relieving to be standing shoulder to shoulder with people who felt the same, who were also so angry and sad and uncertain. Watching the news can often feel isolating, so hearing the chants and seeing all the angry – but also many typically British and absolutely hilarious- placards felt reassuring. We’re in this together. Standing in Trafalgar Square surrounded by thousands of people I could’ve literally looked around and cried and then going home and looking through the Women’s March hashtag on twitter and seeing people of the world protesting on all 7 continents filled me with even more hope.
Before heading to the march I was a little apprehensive about what exactly people would be marching for and how inclusive their messages would really be (I wanted it to be more than white feminists marching because they were sad that their rights were suddenly in jeopardy when other minorities rights such as black women’s have always been in jeopardy). However, what I found and saw were extremely inclusive messages. Women have needed (and wanted and fought) for change for a long time, Trump is just the catalyst.
In fact, society’s needed a massive rehaul for a long time now so perhaps we can make the most of this? Fight for the changes we’ve needed for years.
The most important thing these marches have taught us is that it’s important to show up. Last Saturday so many gave up their Saturday’s to show up (because let’s be honest, no one WANTS to have to protest for equality, but if needs must we HAVE to). But don’t forget, we need to show up everyday.
Every. Single. Day.
Whether that’s calling someone out for prejudice language or behaviour, contacting your local MP about issues which you think are in danger or just spreading the message verbally we all need to be participating daily.
Look what we can do together!!! Look!
(And for all those who may suggest marching does nothing, please look to the image on the right – ‘No one regrets fighting for a better world’… and then turn to the history books and check your facts…).
Currently I feel more positive than ever despite this gloomy time. Stay informed, read up and let’s make sure we protect each other. A little reminder:
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
Jodie BB xx