This month the world’s women organized and marched for women’s rights – for the right to be treated equal to men. All over the world the masses gathered and came together for justice. My family marched in New York. My daughters said, ‘for the first time in a long time it feels good to be part of something bigger than ourselves.’ Their generation had inherited the unfair ‘me’ label. People held signs of all shapes and sizes and sayings. One 90-year old woman’s sign read – ‘I can’t believe I still have to march for this.’ How true. How is it that in 2017 women still have to advocate for equality, for choice, for their ‘inalienable rights’?
Marching felt good. They marched for women but they also march for all those that still feel oppressed, discriminated against, and unfairly treated. My two daughters have taken this on as their purpose. They have a movement they want to join, a legacy they want to leave for their own children. I smiled. Finally – something people can unite around, something my daughters will look back on and say – I was there.