One Students Experience at the Women’s March

Megan Swaim | Freelance Writer

Header Credit: Ellie Deuell

On Jan. 21, Megan Swaim attended the Women’s March in Oakland. This is her story of how she felt and what happened at the march.

If I’m being honest, I wasn’t at all interested in the Women’s March when I first heard about it. However, after several invitations from my friend, I decided to go, and it was one of the best decisions I’ve made in a while. Still, I wasn’t expecting anything too big, maybe around a thousand people at most. Once I arrived, I realized, to my joy, that I had grossly underestimated the number of people who I thought would be attending.

When the march started, it was evident that the marchers on the street weren’t the only ones protesting. People were leaning out of windows and standing on their apartment balconies chanting with just as much enthusiasm as the crowd below. One man went as far as pulling a large drum onto his balcony to provide a rhythm to various chants, such as, “Hey ho, Donald Trump has got to go” and “Respect my existence, or expect my resistance.”

And it wasn’t only young adults marching as one would imagine. There were children as young as one year old and seniors well past the age of 70, with brightly colored hair, chanting with just as much passion as everyone else in the crowd. Along with the actual marchers, there were people along the side of the route, encouraging others to go to their local representatives and state officials, because marching alone won’t change any unjust laws.

The best part of it all, the march stayed peaceful, proving that this is an important cause that deserves to be taken seriously, not an excuse for senseless violence. All in all, this was an assuring experience, and a reminder that while there is ignorance in the world, there is also acceptance.

Header Credit: Megan Swaim

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