We boarded the Metro North train into the city, a 32 minute ride, from Westchester county. At every train stop more and more Pink Pussy Hats entered. There was a common exitement in the train and even at Grand Central Terminal, although it was packed by everyone moved along smoothly. It was easier than rush-hour. The positive energy at the March was palpable and emotional. We did not bring signs, thinking we’d get a few at the March. Instead, a nice random guy handed us extra handmade signs he had. And, a women handed out some cool buttons. Nice!
The Batala Drumming group of NY were amazing – all female ‘badass’ drummers – they performing along the March.= rocking the city streets!
The crowds were massive, over 400k in NYC & many more from Marches all over the world – unreal! We were united, “we the people” all marching for civil rights, for all. Men, many families with children and, older folks converged onto 42nd street then 5th Avenue. As a native New Yorker I’d never been a part of such a large gathering. – it was surreal. Even the weather cooperated – with temps in the 40’s.
I am grateful I was able to share this historic day standing alongside my husband.