The Rise of the Woman = The Rise of the Nation.
When I received a message back in November to join my friends for this life changing trip I did not have to think twice. I was IN! The emotions I had after the election were like many around the world. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. So what happens when you get knocked down? If you're me, you get up and fight. Fight for what's right in a positive way.
In a week, I will in be in Washington, DC for the Women's March on Washington. More importantly, I will be marching a long side some badass women I call friends, and other badass women like us with courage to stand in solidarity. On that day, we will forever be linked by being a part of history.
My great grandfather's mother was a slave. She had 10 children, 9 survived, and 1 by her slave owner. That child she had to give up to him and would never see again. My grandfather, the son of a slave. A strong man who built a life with my great grandmother, and had a big beautiful family. They were the foundation of our family, pillars of the community, examples of hard work, love and determination. So you are damn right I am marching.
I march for my daughter, all women and girls, the strong black women who have carried my family for many years during the civil rights movement and beyond. I march for equality, minorities, LGBTQ, empathy, the environment and the right to use my voice loud and clear. I march for the freedom to sit here this very moment at my dining room table and write. My voice.
There is no way I will sit this out in silence. I am raising a beautiful, intelligent, young black woman to be nothing but fierce and a leader in life. There is no time like now to fiercely lead by example.
I experience racism often; at work, among social circles, and strangers. Many think because I live in liberal Seattle that it doesn't happen here. It does. It happens everywhere and being quiet is allowing it to go on. I've come home many days and nights angry, sad, baffled and fed up. It's a good thing I don't sit quiet long. Change. That thing called change I dreaded as a kid is my six letter leader. That's the only way WE CAN move forward together is change.
So here I go. Ready to be a part of the change, the growth and most importantly with a loving heart. Let's Roll!
XO - LH