I’ve spent the last 25+ years of my life working as an artist, specifically committed to works pertaining to social justice. So, when I heard that there was going to be a march to protest against the incoming administration, it felt like a no brainer… I had to be there. I will confess, at the time I had no idea who was organizing the event or any of the strange, behind the scenes turns the planning process would take. As an intersectional feminist, I take issue with some of the elements of the march, but was thrilled that I had a destination for my many, mounting frustrations.
The march itself was overwhelming for me. The sheer volume of people was, at times, too much. Luckily, I had the shield of my camera and the work of documenting the event that put an emotional buffer, in lieu of a physical one, between me and the crushing masses. I’ll confess to feeling numb most of the day, completely unable to process most of what was going on around me. It was only later that night, in bed, reviewing my images in the viewfinder that it all hit me… and hard… my bubble extends all the way across the country!
I have done my best to capture a cross section of the march, while acknowledging that I was with a group (one that included three kids), so I made a concerted effort not to put anyone in danger. I managed to capture a few anarchists (his eyes will tell you just how pleased he was with me), a “Bikers for Trump” rally that had more port-a-potties than attendees (and I will confess I may have yelled a few things at them). Sadly, the paucity of people of color is palpable. It’s a start, and an inspiring one at that, but it cannot be the endgame… there is much more work to be done!
Hope you enjoy the images… and I hope you’ll share your experiences (and note where you protested) in the comments!
in peace and creativity,