The Canadian Charter of Rights lists Freedom of Peaceful Assembly under the section entitled Fundamental Freedoms.
Today, I exercised that freedom not because I wanted to, but because I had to. Truth be told, I’m not great with crowds and I’m more of a “pen is mightier than the sword” protester- but things are different now. The United States is different now. And with Kevin O’Leary’s recent announcement to enter the Conservative Party leadership race we may be different ourselves before too long. That possibility cannot and should not be underestimated. So, I joined the women’s march.
I marched because in fifteen years my daughter is going to be a young adult and I don’t know what kind of world she’s going to be living in.
I marched because whichever way the cookie crumbles she’s going to care about how I behaved and what I did to at least try to protect her future.
I marched because I want her to know, in no uncertain terms, which side of history I stood for.
I marched because I want to protect that list of Fundamental Freedoms…all the freedoms for her to enjoy.
I marched because the permission that has been granted makes me fear for the safety of women, visible minorities, immigrants and the LGBTQ community.
I marched because of the horrors our indigenous people suffered at the hands of residential schools.
I marched because of the 1200 indigenous women that are unaccounted for.
I marched because Black Lives Matter.
I marched because pussy grabbing is wrong.
I marched because women deserve the right to choose.
I marched because Muslim registry’s are wrong.
I marched because I know and love people that belong to every single one of those communities. And, I’m related to people that belong to every single one of those communities. Think about that.
I marched because I want to be proud of my country and my heritage.
I marched because it is my civic duty to stand up against intolerance, violence, racism, misogyny and xenophobia.
I marched because so many women before me marched for me.
I marched because climate change is real.
I marched because water is life.
I marched because I am a #NastyWoman
I marched because love is love is love.
I marched because love trumps hate.
What was it like? It was empowering. It was warm. It smelled of patchouli. It maybe wasn’t as loud as it could have been or should have been. It was passionate. It was polite. It was peaceful. It was very, very Canadian.
In the gallery you will see images of the rally at Queen’s park and the Women’s March. If you’ve ever wondered what it feels to be on the front line of a women’s march 60000 strong, check it out. I wound up right behind the banner so my POV was pretty interesting.