My stepmom loves today. She sees it as a day to renew resolutions, and well, march forth toward your destiny. I think about this, and my marching, marching on Washington, marching on Wall St, marching in my neighborhood. I have marched 3 times to stop the Keystone XL pipeline, marched to Dump the Dump at Asphalt Green, marched on the 1 year anniversary of Citizens United. I marched to Stop the Frack Attack, to stop the Spectra Pipeline at Hudson river park. I just want peace already.
There is something about standing side by side with others to speak out for climate justice, human rights, and for peace and equality. I have marched alongside Indigenous leaders cry out for the land that is as sacred as the Vatican, Mecca, and the Temple of the Rock. I marched with scientists, and students with purple hair, and the Granny Peace Brigade. I have marched with the Occupiers that serve today as a powerhouse of Sandy relief. I march because in these moments I feel the possibility of change. It’s happened before, what’s to say we can’t do it this time? Kick out fossil fuels!
Last month, I marched at the Forward on Climate Rally, that felt pretty historical. I could not see the end of the people, the beginning of the people. There were thousands and thousands of us in the freezing cold marching, singing, chanting and sending a message that was reported worldwide. In the weeks prior I have been sharing books with my kids about Martin Luther King, the Civil Rights Movement and singing songs from the era that I learned with Peter Yarrow. He was a master teacher revealing the secrets of singing together. Marching is powerful, but marching plus singing is magical. This is what democracy sounds like, feels like, looks like. I feel this is some of the most important things I can teach. We watch a video of the “I have a Dream” speech, and the footage of the millions of people who came to march for justice. One of my favorite books, We March, shares in the simplest text and powerful paintings the power of marching with thousands of others for a common cause. Without hurting anyone, the march changed the world. The leader was slain but the movement lived on, and his lessons live on- in me! I am a marcher. Call me a crazy person, and believe me, sometimes people look upon me as just that. A loony mom that expects we live paleo.
Sometimes as we March, people will ask me about what the march is about. It’s local things, far, far away things, and it affects all of us. Pipelines in the parks, radon in the kitchen, prison/pharma/big bank industrial complex, I march for peace and justice. I am marching so people will ask me questions. I hope those questions lead to more questions and everyone goes home and googles “radon pollution in shale gas” and get freaked out enough to make a call to governor Cuomo or maybe decides to join the next march.
I don’t want to freeze in the winter or have no wi-fi or stop the world from achieving great things. I simply make a demand to find a way to do these things for me as a citizen and customer that do not poison my child, or anyone else’s child. That’s it. I want peace. I want to never see another homeless person, another victim of rape, hate crime, or discrimination. I believe there is enough waste that we can care for each other, and with a few new habits we can heal this world. Whatever makes you mad, sad or glad, we can make it better with some good, old-fashioned action. Today, March 4th!
PS join me and some other amazing moms to learn about how marching (and simpler things) can make a difference:) http://www.eventbrite.com/event/5567486502