January 2017 and the last piece of the nightmare jigsaw that began back in summer 2016, has fallen into place. Each time I have thought, ‘no, that won’t actually happen, surely not’ and yet each and every time happen it does.
So, did I go marching with the women yesterday? I did not. In my life I have been on more marches than most people, I have shouted ‘out! out! out!’ sang songs, with the miners, the ambulance service, the NHS, Greenpeace, Stop the War, and much more and each time I have relished in the shared community of protest. I understand this stuff.
I no longer believe it means a thing. Nothing, at all, save from giving those marching validation and a good feeling. Then everyone goes home, back to work, to kids, to life and nothing changes. That is how it seems to me. My social media feed has been full of photos, hundreds and thousands of people on the streets, people taking pride in witty banners, in coming together, and I am thinking, is this all part of the plan? It feels very safe, very middle class, very organised, and it makes me feel uncomfortable.
I have no doubt many people walked away from the marches yesterday feeling good, they had their say, they stood up. But did they? Why has it taken a misogynistic millionaire to galvanise people. Has there not been enough to be angry about? Why are people more angry with comments against women than they are about sexually exploited children?. Why has no one taken to the streets to protest about the missing lone children, who have fled from war and no one knows where they are now? Why, why, why, is this march all over the media. The TV news, the internet, radio news, all documenting the mass marching across the Western World. The same media that has ignored dozens of protests when they don’t fit the narrative. It is easy to march against one man, however, vile as he maybe, much, much worse is being done to the world than he will ever achieve. So, why is this such news? I am cynical, I don’t believe for a minute that the people with power care a jot who is in charge. This is smoke and mirrors on a grand scale.
So, this time I am not going to march, I am not going to give my precious time to realise once again that nothing changes. Instead I am going to get on with looking for the good in the world, I shall spend my time with people who do, rather than talk about doing. Those that reach out and help, those who say what needs saying and those who are struggling. I will support and cheer on everyone who takes action that effects change. I will encourage everyone I know to be kind to each other, I feel we are going to need a lot of that just now.
Meeting oppression with the power of love, looking the haters in the eye and just keep on keeping on. Do you know if enough of us did this, we could change the world.