The walk for choice was amazing. Inspiring. Really, just wonderful.
I’ve never been surrounded by so many pro-choice feminists in my life. It’s encouraging to know that while there are many out there who would take away women’s bodily autonomy there are at least just as many who are willing to stand up for our rights.
The walk went well, and despite anti-choice groups protesting women’s right to choose, there was no violence at all.
The anti-choice groups carried yellow balloons with the word life on them. It was a little sad to see people bringing their children to protest our rights. Many of them were obviously too young to understand what was going on, and were just following their parents’ example. It’s heartbreaking that many of these children are probably going to grow up thinking that women don’t deserve the right to choose. All because of how their parents raised them, forcing “pro-life” ideals on them from the start.
But enough of that. The anti-choice group pretty much ignored us once we started marching. They marched too, but we rarely saw them and they weren’t really a problem for us.
When I first showed up I was a little nervous, I had never been to a protest before and wasn’t sure what to expect. There had been other protesters on the train, but they were all going to the union protest (also a great cause, we marched over to where they were and everyone was very positive. Pro-unions, pro-women, pro-choice!). I quietly took my sign out from my bag, bought a t-shirt, and waited. I was early, so there weren’t very many people yet.
Luckily I met someone my age. She seemed really interesting, and it was nice to have someone to march with.
More after the jump!