The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

The day after Trump’s inauguration in January 2017, there was a Woman’s march in Washington DC, and in many major cities across the country, including Seattle, where 130,000 people showed up and spoke out. I wanted to be there so badly that it nearly killed me, but I had to work. (I always work on the weekends, so I miss a lot of the good stuff.)

I also wanted to attend the march in 2018, but I was in the throes of a deep, dark, yawning pit of loneliness, one that I knew would only be magnified by being surrounded by strangers, so I couldn’t bring myself to go alone. But I swore to myself that in 2019, come hell or high water, I was going to attend the march. I was so determined that I asked for the day off a year in advance.

It just so happened that I married an amazingly woke and liberal guy in the interim, one who would walk beside me, supporting women, without hesitation. So I got increasingly excited about this event. I spent months trying to decide what signs to carry.

I settled on the two below. Special thanks to my best-friend-in-law, Mike, who is an airbrush magician extraordinaire, for making the signs at really short notice. I was proud to carry them, and was often stopped on the parade route by people who wanted to take pictures.

So, my impression of the Seattle Womxn’s March:

It was a safe, welcoming atmosphere, full of people of all shapes, colors, ages, and sizes, coming together to speak out on women’s rights, gender equality, health care, the wall, immigration, and the current sorry state of politics.

There was one little 4 year old girl in the crowd, proudly carrying a sign that she made herself. It was multi-colored scribbles. It was on a little stick. That sign brought tears to my eyes, and made me want to hug her mother. That’s right, mama, start ‘em off early. There will always be work to do.


There was also a 92 year old woman from France. She had protested fascism in her country in her younger days, and she was still going strong. I was impressed that she made it the entire 2.5 miles.

There were people on walkers and in wheelchairs, too. Because this stuff is too important to stay away. There were mothers carrying babies.

The march went on for blocks and blocks and blocks. I particularly love the photos included with the article from the Seattle Times. They show what a powerful sea of humanity was out there. And I was right in the middle of it.

There was this amazing, cheering wave that moved from one end of the parade to the other, and back again. It was like doing the wave at a sports stadium. It made my heart swell with hope and joy.

It made me feel much better about the future of this country. We care. We’re not going to be silent. We won’t go away. It was healing to be in that crowd. I was proud of us again, for the first time in a long time.

And then, at parade’s end, like the middle class white folks that we are, we stuck our protest signs in the trunk of an Uber, rode back to our Volvo, and came home to soak our aching backs and feet in the hot tub. But, I mean, hey… baby steps, right?

There are more events going on today, so if you missed the march, you can still participate. And if you can’t do that, for God’s sake, vote.

Here are some amazing photos from yesterday, a day I’ll never forget and was thrilled to be a part of.


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11 thoughts on “Seattle Womxn’s March 2019

  1. lyn sutton says:

    I was with you all in spirit. Thanks for posting pictures for those of us who couldn’t attend. I feel included now and those signs gave me hope and some even made me laugh. Glad you recovered from your illness in time for this.

    1. I’m so glad I could spread that hope. We need it. And yeah, I coughed occasionally, but am over the worst of it.

  2. lyn sutton says:

    Hope you make some of the other events even if you’re tired from Saturdays march. Maybe borrow someones walker? 🙂

    1. I’d need to. My feet are swollen (typical for me, a lifelong problem) and my back is killing me. I also fell once during the march and my knee kind of feels like it will be purple eventually. But you know what? All worth it.

      1. lyn sutton says:

        Barb, you’re a true female warrior, taking one for the team. Your efforts rewarded today as one more female throws her hat in the ring on MLK Day… and hope grows. I thank your feet, back and knee and send you healing energy that you might get back out there soon. 🙂

      2. Thanks Lyn! We really did feel the spirit of all the people who couldn’t be there, who wanted to be.

  3. cupitonians says:

    I love this so much! I wish I was there!

    1. Happens every year. Come on over. We have a guest room, Anju, and you’re always welcome!

      1. cupitonians says:

        That means a lot to me. Thank you 😍 I might take you up on that. Need to get my pussy hat ordered.

      2. Yes indeed! I’m fairly certain that next year will be January 18th. It would probably be even more amazing to attend the Washington DC one, but then I wouldn’t get to see you!

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