The Women’s March was a worldwide protest on January 21, 2017, the day after the inauguration of Donald Trump as US president. It was prompted by Trump’s policy positions and rhetoric, which were considered misogynistic and represented a threat to the rights of women. It was at the time the largest single-day protest in U.S. history. The goal of the annual marches is to advocate legislation and policies regarding human rights and other issues, including women’s rights, immigration reform, healthcare reform, disability justice, reproductive rights, the environment, LGBTQ rights, racial equality, freedom of religion,workers’ rights and tolerance. According to organizers, the goal was to “send a bold message to our new administration on their first day in office, and to the world that women’s rights are human rights.”
Trump in his vindictive revenge crafted the opportunity for a conservative Supreme Court to overturn Roe v. Wade.
A new call the same one March 8th, International Women’s Day 2024…
I wrote this January 2017. This March was filled with foresight for our future. Now again women are signed up to vote. More than history has every known. It is up to us.
Never in our history has there been a bigger March… a nonviolent one. I am so grateful that it happened and I hope it will change our future … we know we must vote.
For Justice, humanity, our rights, ecology, equality… all the good things for all of us, not just a few of us.
Not ignore the clear hate, violence, injustice, corruption or racism or sexism.
“I become irritated at the attempt to govern mankind by force and fraud, as if they were all knaves and fools.”
~ Thomas Paine
The sun a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar. My mind reflects. I am here. Yet, I am also with the women marching today…
Flower Pussy Power… watercolor by Hudley
Today was the Women’s March
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They are marching …
I felt connected to it all.
Yet today we cleaned the gutters,
As husband was on the roof
With a long powerful hose,
I waited to clean.
the dark
Mud leaves and earthy smelling mire-slush.
As I waited,
I investigated the pool.
Clean and blue
I saw the sun.
A round perfect sun.
Bright and surrounded.
By clouds
as many cauliflowers
And I thought…
“How lovely and bright the sun is, will it hurt my eyes to stare so long?”
I kept looking into the pool.
Watching the sun.
A reflection in a clean pool.
A raven flew between us,
The whole reflection and my single view of the sun.
Droplets from the power hose
Rippled in the pool water.
I looked away…
A hummingbird stopped in front of me,
Long enough to see a red beating breast.
Then was gone.
I gazed at the sun.
The grey clouds
The ripples in the clean pool.
I also thought upon the women’s march…
Earlier, I was in front of my home.
I studied falling rosemary.
Exploding with fresh, delicate purple flowers.
The rain also brought many marching honeybees.
The sun is a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar.
My mind reflects. I am here.
Yet, I am also with the women marching today.
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They marched…
Jan./ 22/17 Hudley Flipside
2 thoughts on “The Disk or the many Women Who Marched.”