women's march nyc

I was standing in the middle of 3rd ave by myself. The march started on 2nd ave, cut over on 42nd street and went up 5th to Trump Tower. So 3rd was cut off from traffic and was relatively empty for a Saturday afternoon in NYC... except for others like me who took advantage of the surreal opportunity to walk right down the middle of Manhattan without the threat of oncoming, anything, really. 

An old black woman appeared next to me and said, "Did we really do it? Did we shut down New York City?!" She gave me the most beautiful smile and a high five. The she teared up and said softly, "I have never seen anything like this in all my life."

I tried to imagine for a moment what she'd seen in her life. We turned and looked down the wide open avenue and cried together. It was maybe one of the best moments of my life. #thankstrump

Thank you @womensmarch for organizing the largest protest in US history. Thank you to the 400,000 people who marched in NYC on Saturday, and the 3 million around the country, and however many around the world. To the women of all ages, colors, and creeds whose power and grace has inspired me beyond measure. To the fathers, husbands, boyfriends, sons who chanted "Her body, her choice" and marched for their moms fighting breast cancer. To the women who made pussy hats and carried their babies. To the men who made signs opposing inequaltiy and fascism. To the little girls with their fists in the air and the little boys who already treat others as equals and to the parents who brought them along. To the old women in wheel chairs and the old men in pink fedoras. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

We are living in an incredible time. We have the opportunity to take part in movements like these, that spread love, hope, and solidarity around the world. Now let's keep marching, keep talking, keep planning, and effecting change. Because some things have to break to be put back together the right way.