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Why I March


On Jan. 21, I will march in Washington, D.C., to let the world know that I care about women’s rights, which are human rights.

My grandmother came to the United States as an immigrant in 1920, the same year the 19th Amendment finally guaranteed women the right to vote in the United States. That right did not come easily. It was hard-fought by American suffragettes, tenacious women led by Susan B. Anthony and Cady Stanton, who began championing women’s rights in 1848.

Because of those women, I vote. I will march because there is still much work to do for women, and for all those whose rights have come under question. I care about those rights regardless of a person’s race, ethnicity, religion, immigration status, sexual identity, gender expression, economic status, age, appearance or disability. I am proud that our fathers, husbands and sons will march with us, because equal rights benefit everyone.

  • I will march because women deserve access to reproductive healthcare.
  • I will march because women deserve equal pay for equal work.
  • I will march because women deserve more than being demeaned and objectified by their leaders.
  • I will march for our children, and their children, to insist that they finally inherit true equality in the country we love.

We will not be silenced. With eyes open, head high, and heart full, I will march.

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