Activist!? Me? Heck no. At least I don’t think so.
I don’t make signs or organize marches or write my representative. I’m even reluctant to wear my Invisible Children t-shirt. All I do is love people and try to understand stuff. Is that active? What the heck do I know!? Not much, but today I learned a bit more.
Today, Sunday, activism means homework at dawn, a DeVos rally mid-morning, lifting weight and eating all the food, and then an afternoon rally at the White House. It means getting excited to move and groove and engage and open my eyes. It means getting close to spaces and issues that make me uncomfortable. It means disrupting my schedule and making time for issues so much bigger than me.
Activism means a new level of compassion and understanding, and the courage to carry those weapons of mass knowledge with me everywhere.
The rally in opposition to Betsy Devos’s nomination was powerful. A group of hundreds quickly became a group of thousands. Children held signs calling for support and students’ well-being; teachers spoke up; a respectful crowd adhered to the police’s admonition to stay off the fountain.
I was proud to join this crowd and poke an issue far bigger than me.
A few hours later I climbed a ledge and got a front row seat at the White House rally, where people who look all types of ways gathered to celebrate diversity and challenge the President’s immigration executive orders. Channeling our inner Ludacris, “Move Trump, Get out the Way, Get out the way Trump Get out the way!” was heard loud and clear. Civilians thanked police, strangers helped strangers get up building awnings, dads hoisted children on their shoulders, and folks scrambled to photo the funniest poster. It was a damn cool scene, with a delicious purpose – tell the administration, and the world, that we here in DC welcome you, wherever you are, in our country. That diversity, openness, compassion, and eagerness to be with one another, is what makes America home.
Today was about moving toward issues bigger than me, and it was unforgettable.
I look forward to more walking, more chanting, more listening, and more working.