It is not a broken system, it is working as designed, and therefore cannot be fixed, only destroyed so we can start again.
In Huntsville, meeting at the Huntsville Place Mall at 12:30pm. We’ll have some speakers, including myself, some merch, and other goodies. Then we march to end the oppression of women and in solidarity with marginalized people.
All the failures along the way, all the injustices, all the people who wanted to help but didn’t have the money, energy, capacity, or resources. Red tape, duplication of services, budget cuts, hands tied. So many cracks to slip through.
It’s fascinating to be a part of a march so huge—you are immersed in your immediate surroundings, you can really only see and hear the nearest few hundred people. At the time we were told to anticipate 200,000 people, but to hear later the numbers had more than doubled to 500,000, and to see the photographs of a veritable sea of pink hats and protest signs, deeply humbled us. When we later learned women had marched on all seven continents, that we had joined the largest global protest in human history, we knew that the 31 cramped, antsy, and sleep-deprived hours on the bus had been worth it.