Showing posts with label Women's March. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women's March. Show all posts

Monday, March 2, 2020

Women's March 2020

Hmmm...the Women's March. Sorry to say the momentum is waning and infrastructure is crumbling. Now it is reasonable to assume and anticipate the number of protests would diminish due to utter exhaustion or disinterest because Trump's bad behavior has become so prevalent and normalized. The first year of his presidency there were protests practically every week. Last year I think there were three.


However, women's issues persist. Sexism and patriarchy continue. The president is still a rapist so I am very disappointed the Women's March has become challenging. I live in one of the most liberal states in the country. This shouldn't be happening, but it is human nature. We get tired of fighting all the time.


The first indication of falter was the town where I normally go for all protests including the nationally-promoted Women's March decided not to have it this year. Their public announcement stated this decision was due to how time-consuming and expensive it had become. Granted, they hold an hour's worth of rallies featuring speakers I doubt are free, they provide a shopping mall of non-profit booths and food options at the end of the march, supply toilets, buy licenses to block streets,  police escort, and I'm sure cleaning up after nasty women who might not be very clean is a hellish job for a small group of people. I still wondered how hard can it be with free advertising to gather a group of people together and just walk without all the extras? Later I heard the organization's infighting had gotten out of control. So the march for this small-ish town dwindled from 10,000 the first year to zero this year.


So we planned to travel a distance to the nearest city to participate in their march. We always considered how fun it might be to go to one of the huge marches. I immediately noticed something was wrong - no one seemed to know what time it started. One newspaper said one time, another website said another, and even the Facebook page couldn't get it right. I finally begged someone for information stating we were driving three hours to get there. If we get the time wrong we might miss the whole thing! After that was worked out, two days before the march it's cancelled! Someone was worried about weather. Really? Our winters are so mild, but if the east coast can march why can't we? People were not happy and some of them voiced their complains with photos of New York marchers marching in a snow storm.


I ended up driving alone in the opposite direction for an hour to a very small town holding a march. My protest buddy was unable to attend or rather, more than likely didn't want to drive two hours for a tiny march in a tiny town. I was determined not to miss it not knowing if other options would present themselves. It was a small, but enthusiastic group of people with no social boundaries. Ready for the weather, I had my pink women's umbrella. (No photos - I forgot my camera.)  Then it started raining. No, pouring! Without warning, several people squeezed under my umbrella with me without even asking. WHOA!  If I wasn't chemically sensitive I probably wouldn't have cared, but for someone with huge personal space boundaries I found it outrageously presumptive. I wanted to scream If you want to use my umbrella then you should fucking buy it!  I didn't.


I remained calm and persisted. The march started and I left the freeloaders behind. We marched with traffic which seems to indicate poor planning. People complained no one could see our signs if the cars were coming up behind us. My breaking point was the woman with the incredibly large dog she let shit on the sidewalk, didn't clean it up, and protesters marched right through it. No one could see it before stepping in it! Although I appreciate they even had a march, I couldn't wait to leave. I did appreciate the simplicity of the day without an organized rally and devoid of commercialized non-profit booths.

Disappointed in our state's options for women's marches, we planned to go to another big city in a neighboring state for theirs. They didn't even bother to have it on the actual day of the national Women's March. Isn't this supposed to be about solidarity? Instead it was held on March 1st or closer to International Women's Day. I took my voting-themed umbrellas:



The day started cloudy and overcast, but by the time of the march it was gloriously sunny! We wore our pussy hats and the protest umbrellas garnered attention and photo ops. There definitely was a different feel to this group. The protest signs were more defiant. People didn't seem as friendly. We must be in the city. Then we started hearing about their group's infighting. It seems African American women were offended that white women were organizing it. Transsexuals were offended by pussy hats and the previous year's it was announced pussy hats were no longer going to be allowed. Oops. I took the stance if anyone messes with my pussy hat they'll get their eyes scratched out and probably hit over the head with my umbrella. We were on edge which is probably not good in a big protest group. Now I know why this city has so many riots...



But no one announced any bans on pussy hats and although the protesters were mostly hat-less, there were quite a few with pink ears on their heads. Probably out of towners like ourselves. There was a protest llama...now that's different!



We hid painted rocks all over:




No one bought any of my umbrellas, but I did see another umbrella - a white umbrella with felt pen lettering nearly the exact same quotes I use. The artists probably thought I would never show up this far away. Just after I spotted her, she disappeared...hmmmm...I would have loved to have talked to her or at least taken a photo of her umbrella. They say imitation is the best form of flattery, but some view it as theft or plagiarism in fear of copyright laws. Heck, I stole the quotes I put on my umbrella so I can hardly criticize someone for being inspired by my umbrella idea! I had always looked forward to seeing other umbrellas that might have been clearly inspired by mine. I rarely do. I regret not chasing after her to congratulate her, but she disappeared quickly and I never saw her again.


It was a good day. The march through downtown was well-organized with a lot of police escort. Hopefully after November we won't have to have anymore OR maybe after November everyone will regain their motivation and stop fighting among each other. We all seem to be complaining too much. We are all so tired! Welcome to Trumpism.






Saturday, January 19, 2019

Women's March 2019

Love the pink. Lots of pink. We took our patriotic parasols to the Women's March again. This year we opted to stand on the outskirts which was much healthier, definitely less toxic stink. Last year I think I had to move three times to get away from perfumes and scented products. We also assessed our location based on how easy it would be for someone to drive into the crowd. It amazes me this is the state of America these days.


Our umbrellas received lots of compliments, oohs, aahs, giggles, even screams, "OH MY GOD I LOVE THOSE UMBRELLAS!" LOL! People were very cheerful and happy. We became umbrella models as we were constantly asked if it was OK to take photos. Several people asked if I had a website or Etsy account. Hmmm, no, but they are for sale. Oddly enough, no one seemed interested in buying them on the spot. One man offered $20. I told him thanks, but that wouldn't even pay for the supplies. He attempted to make me feel guilty stating I shouldn't expect to get paid for the time it takes to do the art, but I clarified, THAT WOULDN'T EVEN PAY FOR THE SUPPLIES never mind the time. Even though I had vowed I'd sell them for nearly any price and I was tempted, he was so rude and pushy I just couldn't.

As we were leaving to start the march two women came running up behind wanting to know about the umbrellas. They bought both! Although I enjoy money, what was most wonderful is then watching my umbrellas out in the world marching down the street. I must have taken one hundred photos of them with their new owners:







I was so proud. Before the buyers left I warned them about all the attention they would get. Be prepared to model! At the end of the march I watched them from afar as people crowded around taking photos. It was funny. I was a bit relieved to hand over the attention to someone else and be anonymous.

But the real highlight of the day was a woman walking around with a bag of pussy hats she knitted herself - giving them away for FREE!!!! I finally have my very own pussy hat! It's a pretty one.


GO GIRLS (and guys)!!!





Saturday, January 20, 2018

Women's March 2018

On January 20, 2018 was the second annual Women's March across the nation. It rained. Did I care?


HELL NO!!

I made myself a protest umbrella!



I bought an old yet large and sturdy umbrella at the Goodwill, selected some of my favorite sayings, and painted like a mad woman trying to get it finished by Saturday. I knew it would rain. It poured. Here it is in action:


My new protest umbrella got a lot of attention. Many people stopped me to ask if I painted it, wanted to know what kind of paint I used, how long it took, and if they could take a photo. I think in the future we might see a whole lot of painted umbrellas at protests! I admit, it wasn't my idea. There was an umbrella with painted slogans last year and I was incredibly inspired then. There were a few umbrellas with designs on them this year, too. I was also asked if I sold them but between the cost of paint and the time it takes to complete one, I can't imagine anyone would want to spend enough money to make it worth while. I had a lot of fun and if I can find another cheap umbrella, I might make another.

Protesters stood in the rain for a couple hours listening to speakers, many of them Native American, African American, women politicians, and choral groups. I was frozen and numb, but DRY, by the time we were ready to move, and so desperate to move and put circulation back in my body.



The organizers were far more prepared this year and instead of the two block loop that was way too short for 10,000 participants, we traversed down a hill of switchbacks:



Then around the lake located at the base of the capitol building culminating at a park filled with non-profit organizations and charity group tents. Lots of room to march and not be bottle-necked and crowded too close to stinky people. My umbrella helped with personal space - if anyone got too close they got stabbed by the umbrella points. HAHAHA!



Loved the variety of creative signs and the energy. Lots of motivation and cheerfulness even in the pouring rain!


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Women's March Olympia 1/21/2017

The Olympia Women's March expected about 2,500 people - they got 10,000! I was one of them! Because the organizers expected so few people the route was very short...by the time we got back to the beginning, there were people still waiting to start. Lots of people chanting and singing, carrying signs and wearing pussy hats. I regret I did not have my own pussy hat. Everyone was very cheerful in spite of the rain, but even the sun showed up for about an hour!






















There was a designated protest song posted on the march's website. I practiced it, but then I couldn't find anyone who was singing! So I went searching and found my people. Here is the YouTube version of the song, written and sung by Melanie DeMore called "Put One Foot in Front of the Other." It's very catchy. I'm happy I got the chance to join a sing-a-long!



I am very happy to be on the right side of history and this was an outstanding opportunity to be with like-minded, intelligent people.

LOVE STILL TRUMPS HATE!