On January 21, 2017, I was amongst the largest crowd of people with a common goal that I'd ever been a part of. It was a gathering of mostly women, who are not willing to lay down and not be recognized the way that they should, and men who stand by their mothers, daughters, sisters and so forth. These women demand to be treated equal, treated fair and respected for what they do. It was an experience that I will never forget. The thing is, I almost stayed home.
My reasoning seemed pretty justifiable at first, as I saw the protests from the previous day's inauguration and I didn't want to get caught up in the middle of something that could go horribly wrong. That and knowing that the good people of the Capitol Police and National Guard would be on high alert and in those situations anything could happen. Then, I recalled a conversation with a good friend which reminded me of something: Whenever there is an injustice against someone like me, a black man, and a stand has to be taken, who is there to walk and stand with us? Women. Women of all races, to be more specific. I hate that I had to think of that to come to my senses, but I did.
I walked with them because what they fight for is right. I walked with them because I appreciate them and I wanted to show that. I walked with them in the honor of those that I love. I walked with them because it was the right thing to do. I walked with them and I am proud that I did.