Today I marched. I marched in my local city.
It was cathartic. And it was so encouraging to see thousands of other people there in a deep red part of my deep red state. There were sister marches all over in neighboring cities, several only 30 minutes to an hour away, and this march was organized in under a week, but still they estimated about 6,000 to 8,000 people were there.
This is not the end. Everyone there knew it was the beginning. And already people on the marches Facebook group are acknowledging that we need to form a permanent advocacy group for the area.
But today, I don’t feel so alone in my red state.