Day 7: "A person's a person, no matter what."

Day 7

Today is one of those days where I sit on my couch, put something I’ve seen a thousand times on Netflix, and pour myself a hefty gin and tonic. (Bluecoat is my preferred brand if anyone is wondering and right now I’m rewatching Friends)

I need to recharge. Evelyn met me at my house this morning at eight, even though I was running a few minutes late because I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted to wear, and we started to head west to the Benjamin Franklin Parkway to join what ended up being about 50,000 like minded people.

After finding parking that would be easy to access when we needed to leave the march early, we made our way to find fortification- coffee, food, snacks for later. Whole Foods was the winner and we made our way in- even at 8:30am, it was starting to fill up with women from all walks of life, eating breakfast and talking about Cabinet appointments like it was what they do every morning over breakfast. (I have a feeling that it actually might be for the past couple of months) Evelyn spoke to a police officer in line and he was full on supporting the march: “We have to keep this clown in line. Get out there.” I almost started crying right then.

We made our way down to the start of the march and Ben, Lauren J, Emmanuel, and Stu (Lauren’s boyfriend) met us there. It felt very important to me that we were all there together- and that we made it a point to be there together- with or without signs, with or without anything else other than the need to protest what is happening right now in the country. The march started shortly thereafter and we somehow ended up very close to the start. We walked the half mile to Eakins Oval and met up with fellow artists. I am overwhelmed and so proud of my city, my fellow artists, and literally almost everyone I know. My heart is bursting with hope for the first time since November 8, 2016.

The Fronteras project inspires me, the other members of Almanac, and anyone that happens to be caught nearby, to talk about how our artistry and creativity can help cross borders and maybe help move someone towards activism. Writing is not my strong suit, so I’m not sure if I’m conveying how moved I am by today and by the power that was felt this morning by thousands of people gathering for the same purpose. It’s why I do theatre: when people gather in the same room, to experience the same thing, people can change.

There’s so much love in the world right now. I can only hope it continues. For now, we'll rest. Tomorrow, we start again.