That’s the cover of today’s Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, with a photo of thousands of people taking to the streets for the Women’s March on Pittsburgh. We actually had two marches yesterday in our fine city: the one above and the Our Feminism Must Be Intersectional Rally/March. (Virginia Alvino Young explains why Pittsburgh had two marches.) Seeing the photos and posts from more than 600 marches across the globe–including Antarctica! — was so powerful and moving.
I didn’t attend either gathering because large crowds and me don’t always get along. (Also, The Girl had Sibshop yesterday at the same time. It’s a support group for kids who have a brother or sister with a disability and we try not to miss these workshops.)
At first I felt a bit guilty about not going to the march, and while scrolling down my Facebook feed, I noticed several other friends voicing similar sentiments. It struck me how ironic this was; that on a day that was all about love, respect, power, value and dignity, we were so quick to diminish and invalidate ourselves. It’s so easy to feel like we’re not doing enough or participating in the right things.
But the reality of these times is that we will need all kinds of advocacy in all forms. This resistance is only just beginning, and there are a lot of different ways to contribute and try to make a difference. It’s impossible to do everything, but we can all do something. My activism might take the form of a blog post protesting a woefully unqualified and dangerous nominee as secretary of education while yours might be to participate in a march. We all do what we can, in whatever ways we can.
And we will be called upon to do so, again and again and again. This revolution and resistance requires all of us and many individual actions that make a collective roar.