Wow. Just…wow. We must have had at least 50,000 people there.
My wife really wanted to go, and I was more than happy to tag along. My wife and I got to Philly around 9 and to Logan Square around 9:15. I’ve never seen so many clever signs. Many of them employing the vulgarism that Trump has now turned into a point of feminist pride. Some of my faves: ‘Putin’s Pussy’, ‘Trump’s So Vain He Probably Thinks This March is About Him’, a sign with Trump copping a feel off of the Statue of Liberty, ‘You Can’t Comb Over Racism’, and ‘Ovary-Acting? Nope’.
As you might expect, there was tremendous camaraderie in the crowd. Generations of activists. For many, this was their first protest march. Generations of the same family marching together.
The march itself didn’t take as long as we had expected since we didn’t march all the way to the Art Museum, but to a stage that was likely set up at least a quarter of a mile from the famous steps.
Here’s what’s incredible. Being older, hungry and perhaps in need of a rest room, we left shortly after the official ceremonies and speeches started around 12 noon. As we headed back towards Logan Circle and ultimately to our car, the people were still pouring into the march. It was like that all the way back to Logan Square. Even as we then headed back to the parking lot, groups of people were just arriving.
I’m so glad we went. The key now is to turn all of that pent-up resolve into highly-effective grassroots action. In fact, my lone disappointment was that very few organizations had set up places where people could sign up. However, it must be noted that one enterprising mother and her daughters sold Girl Scout cookies. I’m gonna go out on a limb–best Girl Scout cookie sale EVER!
I may attach some pics if my technical chops are up to the task.
If you were marching anywhere today, share your experiences with us.
Photograph from kro731 on Instagram.