Let me preface this by saying that I am NOT an activist.
In fact, I am rarely “fervent” about anything, actually.
But on Jan 21, 2017 my inner civil-protestor rose up!
Here’s the backstory.
I woke up on Saturday 21st ready to “march”.. very unaware of what was happening around the world. I expected – maybe – 5000 in Vancouver. I expected to see “familiar faces”.
The Seabus was packed. The feeling was jovial.
I am lucky enough to know someone who works on the route, so we sat and chatted. Just this year she had written .. a personal vision statement. She read it to me as we crossed the inlet, and as she sat reading, surrounded by strangers, I realized that “something” was happening. She echoed a sentiment, an ache we all feel.. to be connected to be a bigger, better “thing”.
I was already goose-bumpy by the time I disembarked.
A few minutes later I stood in Jack Poole Plaza – surrounded by very very normal, nondescript people.
We listened to music, we heard speeches.. we yelled in agreement to the calls for action, and we agreed that we would pick up the garbage en route.
So with “the” people, some in pink hats, most in comfortable shoes, I realized that American call “we, the people” means something else to all of us. It means that “we” stand up in a dignified way when the need arises; that “we” stand together as one; that “we” is inclusive; that “we” is incredibly powerful when pulling together; that “we”, no matter what the issue, will rise above adversity.
I walked and silently wept.
I am so proud of all the activists and non-activists that walked in Vancouver on Jan 21, 2017.
Apparently there were 10, 000+ of us.