My experience of the Women’s March in NYC was both unremarkable (i.e., “not unique to me”) and completely remarkable (i.e., “I’ve never experienced anything like it”). To come home and learn of the millions who participated throughout the world was the best news I have heard in…months? Feels like years? I have never seen so many humans in one place firsthand in my life. And ALL in a jubilant mood. I saw little — maybe no — anger or hatred. Yes, verbal sarcasm and barbed tongues. But the mood was jubilant, it was thousands and thousands of people reveling in each other’s presence. The very presence of the people around you simply made you happy. “Thank God, I am not alone. These people are with me. We are here together. Maybe we can do what we need to do after all.”
I only took a few photos — I couldn’t get a cell signal to send pix via Instagram (due to the crowds) and I also wanted to conserve my battery. But here are a few, just for flavor.
Amazingly, one of the first people I saw there, among the 300,000, was my old boss Crystal Field of Theater for the New City. She was a good distance away, and in motion, so I just got this blurry photo.