Why I March...

On January 21st of 2017, I marched for women equality of all nations and the deconstruction of rape culture and the sexualization of women that has been vocalized as the norm in our country. 

The march was a critical piece of action for me.  I grew up in an environment where traditional marriage was the norm.  It isn't uncommon for a woman to feel as though her place in the world has been decided for her (housewife, SAHM, etc).  Women have the right become entrepreneurs, or to have five children, or to do both.  Women should be able to decide to have children or not without their womanhood coming into question. They have the right to say, "no."  They don't always have to smile. They can become priests and pastors. And most undoubtly have the right to pursue their dreams. 

It took me the first few years of my marriage to deconstruct my natural inclinations toward patterns of inequality.  On paper I would have said I was a feminist, but I still treated my wife’s dreams and desires second to mine.  It has taken me a lot of work and a lot of healthy fights with my beautiful, passionate, and incredible wife for this belief to finally pierce my worldview.  I am still not perfect, but I can proudly say I am a feminist more now than I have ever been.  I needed the march and the march needed me. 

The word "protest" should not sound so negative. The definition of the word simply means to "to express an objection to what someone has said or done." 

The Women's March was planned as a feminist movement.  A march for women equality of all races, ages, and sexual orientation.  I did not march against the humanity of Donnie Trump, but because I marched for feminism, I marched against the worldview that Donnie breathes and the position of power that he holds.  Protesting the worldview and actions of a person is different than protesting the humanity of a person, although many do the latter.  A soul is a soul and I truly pray for Donnie's soul. To say the march was solely an anti-Trump march or a pro-choice march is false. Although these were some reasons that many marched, the purpose was much bigger than that. I know people who supported Trump that marched. And I know many pro-life people, including me, that marched as well. To be able to walk together for the purpose of feminism, while agreeing to disagree on certain aspects, is truly walking in the name of love. It was a walk that everyone should have and could have joined. 

The Women's March was a unified global movement.  There were over 673 marches, in 81 countries, on all 7 continents. Some of these countries included: Saudi Arabia, Congo, England, Iraq, and Liberia.  I am already nicknaming 2017, "The Year of the Woman," and not because women don't deserve praise every year, but this is the year when women, and their supporters, organize against misogyny and it's rhetoric. 

As a pro-life feminist, I was proud to march in NYC with my son and daughter while my wife marched in Washington, D.C.  The energy of the march in the city was inspiring.  The ethos of love was very present.  I specifically marched with a group of Jewish people who sang a beautiful folk song of peace.  

I saw the American flag proudly waved in the sky while standing in the middle of Times Square.  

I could feel the power of unity.  

This is the foundation of our country.  

We are to be a safe place for religious freedom.  

       A safe place for people to flee danger.  

       A safe place to stand up against corruption.  

       A safe place to be treated equal.  

       A safe place to love and walk in peace.  

That is why I marched.

The title of this post is “Why I March...” not “Why I Marched…” because I continue to march for women equality, the deconstruction of sexualizing women, the awareness of rape-cuture, the value of life for all people and nations, and for people first and not America first.