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The Littlest Members of Women’s March Take on Donald Trump’s Misogyny

“Donald Trump on Women” gets 10k searches a day. Here’s why:

Regarding the Women’s March in Los Angeles, the Facebook message passed around to thousands of Los Angeles moms said this:

“If you’re taking your children to WomensMarchLA write your name and telephone number in Sharpie on your child’s arm so if anything happens someone will know how to contact you and reunite you with your child.
Sharpie ink is a nuisance, but will wash off eventually and is well-worth the trouble of having access to your child in an emergency.”

I knew I had to march because:
  • I’m proud to be a “Nasty Woman”
  • My pussy had to grab back
  • I had to add my body to the 750,000 bodies in and around Pershing Square to demonstrate that women’s rights are human rights and that we are not to be objectified, sexualized, vilified, stripped of our reproductive rights and marginalized.

But I did not want to write my name and phone number on my daughter’s arm in black Sharpie and felt it best to leave her at home. Just in case.

This didn’t sit well with her. For days she pestered, begged and finally demanded to go with my husband and me.

“Wouldn’t you rather stay home and sleep in? You’ll have to get up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday.”

“I don’t care, mom, I want to be there!

“Is it just because some of your friends are going?” I asked.

She heaved an exasperated sigh.

“No, Mom. Don’t you get it? This one man could ruin my future. And I want to do something about it.”

Well. What right did I have to argue with that?

So for one day, I decided to think of this burgeoning young woman not as my daughter, who I want to keep safe from potential chaos.

But as Bridget; a person exploring her social consciousness, taking full advantage of the privileges we have because we live in a democracy, doing her part to assure we will continue living in a democracy that is safe for and respects all sexes, cultures and religions.

I was astonished as we stood amidst the sea of people by the incredible positive energy of the group, galvanized by a single cause. The demonstration was passionate and peaceful.

Everywhere I looked I saw little girls.

Babies strapped to their mother or father’s chests; strollers with toddlers who’d made their own signs at home; pre-teens who spoke passionately about shaping future policy; and teenagers thrilled at the prospect of voting in the next election.

It made me grateful to live in a country where even the smallest among us can have a voice and inspired hope for our daughters’ futures.

(Our family ready to march.)

(Teenagers in Pershing Square.)

(Toddler’s homemade sign.)

(Tweens with their little brother.)

(Lost of men. And 750,000 strong!)

(A mom with her three daughters.)

(These moms with their daughter.)

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