On Saturday, January 21, 2017, I went to Washington, DC, to participate in the Women’s March on Washington. In the days that followed, people asked me how it went. So, let me tell you.
A friend and I managed to snag tickets on one of two buses organized/sponsored by Henrietta Hudson, a lesbian bar that’s been in Manhattan for decades (originally known as The Cubby Hole, for those of you who remember the Madonna/Sandra Bernhardt affair). My day began at 5 a.m., which may sound early to some of you but I know people who got up as early as 3 a.m. to make their way to group buses. And I met people who had been driving from various other states since the day before. Imagine that. This was such an important, momentous occasion that people drove for up to two days just to be there.
Anyway, I left my house at 5:30, drove to my friend’s neighborhood in Brooklyn, where I parked my car, and together we took the hour-long train ride into the city. Henrietta’s graciously had bagels and coffee and other breakfast items on offer before the long ride to DC. I’ve never been a big Dunkin’ Donuts coffee fan, but at 7 a.m., after what had already been a bit of a journey, it couldn’t have been more delicious.
We hit the road promptly at 8 and arrived in D.C. around noon, which actually was too late to get a spot at the rally. We made our way to a gathering point across from the White House, where we waited for the march to begin. The weather was better than could be expected for DC in January—it was cloudy and foggy but except for a few drops, it never rained, and it was not freezing. Finally, after what seemed forever, a chant began rolling down the masses: March towards the Mall!