Womxn's March 2018 - The Power of The Pussy

Dear Readers,

There was plenty of coverage on the Womxn’s Marches held around the world on January 20th 2018. You all know about the powerful crowds flooding the streets for the second anniversary of the Womxn’s March. The problematic nature of white feminism and its’ emergence at the marches and in the movement. The influential speakers and speeches. The beautifully painted and written signs. The journalists and new stations covered all of this and much more.

I will not recap the march as a whole for you here today. Instead, I want share my experience with my Grandma and everything it showed me.

In early January 2018 my mom informed me that Grams (my maternal grandmother) dreamed of participating in the Womxn’s March. Hearing this you might think, “Cool your Grandma wanted to walk in the Womxn’s March, I’m glad you have a rad grandma.” 

But here’s the thing, it is challenging for Grams to move around the house, let alone march the hills of Seattle. Not to mention, she is selfless and she would never consider asking for our help to make her dream happen.

This said, when my mom told me about Grams’ dream it quickly became my dream too. I longed to march alongside my grandma. With my mom’s encouragement, I started a GoFundMe and raised the money for an electric scooter in less than 24 hours.

On Saturday January 20th I was able to watch my grandma’s dream come true. I witnessed a woman who waited her entire life to march for her rights, her daughter’s rights, her granddaughter’s rights, finally put a pink pussy hat on her white hair and zip gleefully down the street on her scooter adorned with a “We Will NOT Be Silent” sign. 

Since the election Grams repeatedly said, “I want to DO something, actually DO something, not just sit and moan.” And in that moment she did it! 

Not only did I get to witness her dreams being realized, I got to be an important part of it. I understand how important when Grams took my face in her hands and said “Thank you for making this happen Annie.” 

That moment captured the entire movement for me. With my head in my grandma’s hands it was clear. For me, feminism is about realizing the power of the strong womxn I descend from. Acknowledging the struggle and oppression those womxn have faced in order for me to have rights. It is about fighting for my future babies and grandbabies, to experience a better world. It’s about evolution -- about harnessing the strength of my ancestors and the powerful hope of my future. And mostly, it is about womxn - and not just white, straight, cis womxn, but ALL womxn - supporting one another. With my head in my grandmother’s hands I knew all this to be true. 

Grams was at the march because of me and I was there because of her.

 

I would like to leave you with my own final line, and also the lines of another incredibly powerful womxn may our words comes together to empower and inspire you:

 

We all move forward when

we recognize how resilient 

and striking the women 

around us are

-rupi kaur

 

Love and light,

Annalise