The Philadelphia Women's March took place on a warm and sunny Saturday. Although a job kept me from attending the morning portion, I made my way to the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in the afternoon to see our city shine. This event brought on a flood of mixed emotions, mostly conflicting. As I'm fearing the loss of women's rights, an anniversary of sorts, I also feel empowered. I'm surrounded by strong and brave humans, protesting and coming together to show the nation, the world, that we are unstoppable. The attendees were of all shapes and ages and races, but we were all there with a common purpose: equality through unity. And although I hope that these demonstrations are unnecessary in the future, it is important for us to continue recognizing injustice in whatever mask it wears. This will require continued conversation and awareness.
I am proud to be a Philadelphian.
I am proud to be a woman.
