Marching for My Beliefs

Protesting is my Right…

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I was a teen and young adult in the Sixties.

Did I protest the War? Nope. I was literally locked away in nursing school and then I was a working RN and then a married woman and then a mother. So even though I was against the war in Viet Nam, I couldn’t get the time in my life to march and protest.

I started thinking about this today — one month before the We the People March on Washington D. C. — I signed up, at least for the bus down to D. C. I’ll have my pain medication, protein bars, and my cane. My doctor suggested a wheelchair –not sure if I’ll need that. I checked Google maps — drop off point to the capitol is 2 miles and then I guess 2 miles back to the bus. I think I can do it. But I’ll also need Depends and my Poise Pad — both –as if I were going to Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Not sure if there will be Port-a-Potties along the way and if there are, there may be several thousand of us in line at them.

I’ve been in only one protest march before — NYC against the Iraq War years ago- walked from 37th Street down to the Bowery, carrying a sign (I’ve forgotten what it said — premade sign) and nowhere to sit once we got down there. There was a wall that was butt height but cops kept us off it.

I may no longer be in health care as an RN but I can certainly do something to protest the problems I see in American health care system.

I can protest our lack of gun control.

I can protest children in cages.

I can protest the way we’ve treated our allies.

I can march and tell Congress, “You Work for US!! DO Something!”