Why I March

I pray daily. Lately I’ve just been throwing up my hands, and saying, “Dear God, please help us.” Before this whole Trump hullabaloo happened, my prayers were pretty uniform, some mantra, a little gratitude, the easement of suffering for all beings, and a little bit more gratitude. 

Most mornings since around the beginning of the presidential campaign, I’ve prayed for guidance. I’ve prayed for healing. I pray that we can be decent, compassionate, better listeners. If we were to believe what the internet tells us, we’d think it’s impossible for people to get along. And that’s just not true. I pray the truth of our humanity be revealed. That as one nation, there is no way forward without each other. We are all in this together. 

I’ve also prayed for Donald Trump. 

Prayed that God hacks his phone and changes his Twitter password for the sake of all humanity. 

And prayed that whatever ego deficiency he suffered that continues to fuel his insatiable need for attention and approval to be healed. 

I pray that he finds some peace and humility. 

I sincerely believe that Donald Trump is unworthy of and unfit for the office he now holds. I think he is a clear and present threat to the moral bedrock of this nation. But even with all that, he is still worthy of my prayers. 

The language of Donald Trump’s presidential campaign was deeply troubling to me and many, many others and the way he has conducted himself since the election has been just unreal. As a results, there were people who marched yesterday against Trump, certainly. They are worried. And there are “not my president” folks out there as well. They’re mostly just really pissed off.

But that’s not why I marched…

Trump is our president and as such he works for me, for you, for all of us.

And so on day one, of what I and many others anticipate to be a patently terrible Executive administration, we stood up and said, "Hey! You! You work for us too!"

We as citizens can and should disagree (with respect and dignity) the particulars of governance. 

Freedom of speech, freedom of faith, and equal protection and due process of the law are not up for debate. 

Our right is to assemble peaceably and say to Trump:

If you try to build a wall, you will meet resistance. 

If you try to round up and deport The Dream Act kids, you will meet resistance. 

If you try push a Muslim registry, you will meet resistance. 

If you turn your back on the working class who won you this election, you will meet resistance.

If you try to remove Federal protection of Gay marriage as granted by the United States Supreme Court in 2015, you will meet resistance. 

And even, *gasp* abortion, if you move to overturn women’s reproductive rights as granted by the United States Supreme Court in 1973, you will meet resistance. 

We are that resistance. 

When you mock disability, you shame our nation. 

When you accuse a reporter of being on her period, you shame our nation. 

When you call your political opponent a “nasty woman,” you shame our nation. 

But we are not ashamed or afraid to speak out. 

And even though you downplay our numbers or criticize our methods, we are here. 

Climate change is real and we are here. 

You work for us.

We may be delicate snowflakes. But millions of snowflakes make a storm. And you cannot ignore a blizzard, it will shut down the streets. 

We claim this country as our homeland and the Constitution our birthright. 

We march to embrace our place in the American lineage.

We march for diversity.

For equality. 

For the planet. 

For each other.

We feel our principles and our fellow citizen are under threat. And so we show up, STAND UP and Speak Out. 

That’s why we marched and the spirit with which we will continue the fight. 

And so this morning…this stormy Sunday after we gathered together in defiance of all that seems so dark. My prayer continues. That we lead with light. May we work together with tireless passion to be decent, compassionate, and worthy of one another. May we one day fulfill the promise of the Constitution for all people. 

And for you Trump, you’ve never had my vote, but you’ll always have my prayers.