A March for Free Speech

Three reasons we need a March for Free Speech:

“The media should be embarrassed and humiliated and keep its mouth shut and just listen for a while.”

“That’s what you guys should be writing and covering…”

“As you know, I have a running war with the media.”

Taken individually, each one of these guys is an offense to the Bill of Rights. Together, they’re an assault on it, an active threat to it.

It’s time to march again.

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Looking Back, Looking Ahead

Hmm… this was possibly the last time I felt truly happy and hopeful. It was Nov. 8, about 6:00 pm. Hadn’t watched any news yet.

But I won’t go down that road. The Day of Marches gave me hope again.

So let this photo serve not just as a record of past events, but as a crystal ball, too. I’m going to vote again. And it’s going to count.

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Three Marchers

Numbers matter, but behind the numbers you find the people.

Estimates put last Saturday’s march in Philadelphia at 50,000 participants. I didn’t go because I was babysitter-in-chief. But I can tell you that my heart was with the marchers—three in particular.

Aside from its depiction of people I love, I’m not sure why this photo affects me so strongly. Maybe because it shows three strong women who felt affected themselves and decided to act. Maybe because of the way they coordinated their efforts, despite living in different cities.

Numbers multiply. Streams become rivers, then oceans.

You can’t see the crowd in this picture, but they were part of that ocean. From left to right: my sister, my wife, and my East Coast sister-in-law. The poet, the artist, and the human rights attorney. I am so proud of their actions and their achievements. Even so, the titles I’ve given them here are simplified descriptions, because each of them lives beyond labels. Each is far more than one thing.

On Saturday, they were three stars in a multitude.

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