Kendall Kindred Kendall is the Editor and staff writer at TFP.
As long as I live, I will never forget the way it felt to march alongside thousands of men and women, young and old, promoting equal rights. I will always hear the voices ringing out through the streets, proudly proclaiming “this is what democracy looks like”. Any time I feel hopeless and small, I will remember the faces I saw, the people I met and the voices I joined at the Women’s March, and I will rise up in the face of adversity and opposition. Everyone has their own specific reason to march, but we all share a common goal: equality. We want to create a world that is more inclusive than the one we were handed. Personally, I march for my little brother and sister. I march because I see the hope and the light in their eyes, and I know that they will be the ones to build this country into something better than we have ever dreamed of. I march to lay the groundwork for them, just as previous generations have done for me. In recent years, protesters have been met with scrutiny, many critics asking the same tired question: “What is marching around with a sign going to change?” Did anyone pay attention in history class? The Suffragettes didn’t just sit back and wait for someone to hand them the right to vote, they protested outside of the White House every day. They organized rallies and fought hard for their right to vote. We take a day off from work and school to celebrate a man that organized one of the most famous protests in history. Do people discredit Martin Luther King Jr.’s protests? Do they belittle the movement he gave his life for? No. So, why do so many people belittle modern protests when we are still fighting the same battle? The Women’s March was unlike anything I have ever experienced. There was so much hope in the air, it was almost tangible. There was a sense of safety and camaraderie as we all marched together, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder. I spoke with strangers who instantly became friends. I saw children holding signs promoting love and kindness, their parents following close behind and beaming with pride. As I marched with the people around me, I was very aware of the fact that there were people in every single continent marching along with me. I could feel history being made. It’s nearly impossible to put that feeling into words. Growing up, I read about the heroes in my history books and could never imagine myself in their shoes. I never thought I would find a cause worthy enough to fight and sacrifice for. I never thought I would be part of a movement that changed history. God, was I wrong. Today proved that. This march showed me, and the world, just how powerful women can be when we stand together and fight. So, to the little kids who don’t think they can make a difference, you are in for a big surprise. You are the future. You are going to do big, incredible things. To my little sister and brother, you both have the heart and the ability to change the world. You WILL change the world. I can’t wait to help you do it.