Last Saturday morning, I helped my seven and nine year old nieces finalize their protest signs before we headed to Judkins Park to join 175,000 like-minded humans in the Seattle Women’s March.
While global participation was staggering, what struck me most while shuffling down Jackson was the homegrown creativity of our community that showed up on hand-made signs, hats, and costumes. It’s true, I am partial to my niece’s “Donald Trump has a bump on his rump”, but she certainly wasn’t alone in her break-out wordsmithing. Turns out, museums across the globe took notice as well and are collecting signs to make sure we memorialize the effort.
I can’t think of the last time I was surrounded by so many powerful messages—and so few corporate ones. As someone who spends a lot of working hours mulling over the right words to spark a reaction, I was humbled by my sister marchers’ ability to turn a persuasive phrase.