We stood waving our signs under the hot afternoon sun and we called and chanted to passing drivers at the busy intersection. It was a day of organized protests, held across the country, to demand equal health care rights for women, for women’s choice, and to revolt against the sickening storm of conservative theocracy flooding our nation and attempting control of our lives.
Some drivers honked their horns in support. For them we cheered our loudest. It’s inspiring to be a part of an important moment, to demonstrate solidarity and conviction for principles and rights we believe are our due. And it is sad and distressing, too. There aren’t enough of us. There isn’t enough horn-honking.
It’s going to take more than signs and slogans. It’s going to take bodies. Bodies blocking bridges and buildings and intersections. Bodies on the line. Bodies in the brig. I think I’m ready.
