This weekend we marched. We marched for good and we marched against hatred. We marched for love as a protest against the despicable. We marched separate from the thirty-three percent of our electorate that decided to be passive or ignorant to the equalities we were all born with a right to. We marched together. Between cities, between states, between nations and oceans, we were strong together.
Thank you to everyone who marched with us.
"I am not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the South actually is gonna rise again; maybe for some it never really fell. Blacks are still in shackles and graves just for being Black. Slavery has been re-interpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin.
I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag. And I didn’t know devils could be resurrected, but I feel Hitler in these streets—a mustache traded for a toupee; Nazis re-named the cabinet; electro-conversion therapy the new gas chambers, shaming the gay out of America turning rainbows into suicide notes.
I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege."
-Nina Donovan, as read by Ashley Judd