The Women's March: Why I Stood Up
By: Zarna Surti
As I stepped into my first protest ever at the age of 29, I couldn't believe I hadn't stood up sooner. I couldn't believe that I let it get this bad. And I couldn't believe how many people were in the same. boat. Yesterday, I marched with 750,000+ other fed-up individuals in Los Angeles and over 3.5 million (and growing) around the globe.
Together we marched peacefully for something we didn't think we'd have to march for again. The rights we had acquired as women, and especially as women of color, seemed to have taken so many steps back recently—and although this has been a time of sadness and grief, what I saw yesterday wasn't sadness, it was strength. The strength of a woman (and the men that believe in her strength) has no stopping point and no end—it's unstoppable and it is infinite.
Although the Obamas are now officially out of the White House, they taught us that hope can make a change. So for all of the women out there—I believe in hope. For all of those that have been treated unjustly—I believe in hope. For the young people out there that don't believe things can change—I believe in hope. Because not only have we changed things in the past, we will change them again. We will push forward and we will show them that the strength of the women is the soul and foundation of every single thing in this world.
So for those of you who haven't stood up or participated yet, this is your time. Stand up, because without every single one of us standing for what we believe in, the fight isn't over. We can no long stand behind text conversations and social media statuses, we have to take action. We have to have hope. And we have to have it NOW.