Washington, D.C., January 20, 2018, The Women’s March in Washington — One year to the day from President Trump’s inauguration and 364 days from last year’s march, women and their supporters returned to tell the president that the resistance will continue, we are not going away, and we plan to win.
This year’s crowd skewed younger than last year, but was still diverse. The mall in front of the Lincoln Memorial shown with bright faces of all colors and creeds. From toddlers in strollers to little old ladies in tennis shoes, protesters turned out to send their message.
While some of those at the rally displayed signs that were angry, but most were not. Instead, they were determined statements of fact calling out the president and his party for their actions, policies and intent. As always, some were quite clever.
The lady with this sign said, “Please leave a message. I’ll call back with my vote in November!”
The mall was splashed with cozy sunshine only a week from freezing low single-digit temperatures that left the reflecting pool as slick as a skating rink without a Zamboni.
As the crowd grew, people could not resist the ice.
The whole world was watching. This crew spoke a language I did not recognize.
Every dog has its day. This pup did a nice job.
This year we offered free space to crash at our house. Everyone was marching elsewhere or were otherwise engaged. The good news is that my fellow 2015 Georgia ridgerunner took the offer. Mary Thurman had never experienced a happening like this and vows to come back forever if that’s what it takes.
We discovered a Brazilian drum band from New York. More from them in a minute.
After a couple of hours we were hungry and hiked to the food truck area to grab a burger. Good thing we did. The action moved from the Lincoln Memorial in the form a march from there to the White House. We had an ideal vantage point.
Here they come!
The drumming added a ton of energy to the march. Best of all, they could be heard inside the White House. While the president watching Faux News may not have known much if anything about this march, he could not avoid hearing the drums. Incessant drumming drove Nixon crazy during the Vietnam protests. Maybe we should consider resuming the practice in Lafayette Park, across the street.
Once the drums passed, we could not resist diving into the stream of marchers.
Passing my old office in the Clinton administration. The Old Executive Office Building.
Pennsylvania Avenue just west of the White House in the center of this photo.
While there were many themes, there was one universal message. The crowed understood that marches make you feel good, but change only comes one way.