Women’s March on Washington

As we pulled up at the train station we saw them- hundreds of women wearing pink hats, clutching handmade signs and cheering. There was a window standing between us and them and it felt as if they were right in front of us close enough to touch. The feeling in the air was electric and it was hard to ignore the chills vibrating through my body.

As they started to pile into the train we heard it, “Three trains went by and never stopped, we didn’t think anyone was coming for us.” They had been standing in the cold misty air for three hours waiting for the train that would take them to their destination. We were the lucky ones, we had been at the first stop, found seats together and started our journey in warmth, but they waited and waited still hopeful that someone would come for them.

But it became clear that we didn’t have room for everyone and the doors slowly closed and something we weren’t expecting happened- the cheering continued. As we pulled out of the station those left behind waved, held up their signs and cheered because even if they weren’t on their way to DC, at least we were.

This happened again and again as we passed stations without stopping because we were full to capacity and beyond. They held up their signs crying tears of joy because it meant someone was going to DC to fight the fight. That’s when we saw her- a woman standing outside of her home next to the train station. She was wearing a pink pussy hat and holding a handmade sign high above her head as she jumped up and down. Even those that couldn’t make it to DC were there with us in spirit. Every feeling of anxiety or doubt we had felt up until this point vanished and we were ready to march in Washington.

From the moment we arrived at the train station in Baltimore to stand in line until we rode the train back home to Baltimore the day was amazing. My best friend Katie and I went to the Women’s March on Washington this past Saturday and it was hands down one of the best experiences of my life. We stood together with over 500,000 women, men, and kids to fight for gender equality, racial equality, LGBTQIA equality, economic justice and reproductive freedom; for equal pay, paid family leave, labor protections, clean water and air and access to public lands; and for an end to violence against women, police brutality and racial profiling.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this most certainly was not it. 200,000 people seems like a lot but when that number jumps to over half a million people it’s almost impossible to imagine. Every where we turned there were more people with signs, face paint, handmade shirts and hats standing up for what they believed in and it was breath taking.

Throughout the day Katie and I felt frustrated (when physical barricades were put up and we couldn’t continue through), touched (when a woman told us she had marched as a teenager and today was marching again with her teenage daughter), and empowered (as we marched through our nations capital chanting). It was a long and emotionally exhausting day but as we held hands through the crowds I knew we were doing the right thing. I knew that we would always be proud that we did this and I knew that we were making a difference. If I had given in to my fears of crowds and not gone would it have mattered? The answer is yes, because one of those little pink dots visible in the aerial photos and video footage would have been missing. That’s one more voice that matters.



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  • http://www.thefreeandwildblog.com Annie

    So neat that you got to be a part of history! I love the video that you made…you’re going to always remember that, and tell your kids about it when you have their teenagers!

  • Katie Hutchinson

    I can’t believe it took me this long to watch the video up on my computer all blown up. How powerful. Could be poor timing, but I seriously teared up all over again. :) What a powerful experience that was. Our first March, our first protest, our first time standing up as women, all together. I will never forget it, for as long as I live. <3 Love you boo!