Sometimes you really have to work for an image and sometimes it’s just there talking to you, which was the case of a Mother and Daughter on the first leg of their journey, first New York, Washington D.C. and yet another trip back to New York. For this pair, it’s both a bonding of Mother and Daughter but also a bonding of all things important to be a woman, no doubt as they age this memory and solidarity will not.
The moment you leave the subway you see people with signs on the platforms, walking up the stairs or on the sidewalk above, although I was an hour and a half early so was everyone else. Everyone seemed so polite, including the NYPD that I had to wonder if I was at a protest at all. This was not a protest like I had seen in the 60’s or even “Occupy Wall Street”. These were all the people that voted and their vote didn’t count.
Along the way I met a man with a top hat who had a heart condition; “…I shouldn’t be out in this cool weather, but I have to-I can’t afford my medicine”. He’s my age, that statement is a cold gripping reality-the knowledge that his very protest may give him more anxiety than his heart has the strength for. Fifteen feet from him was a woman in an electric wheelchair, I only thought who is going to come to her aid if a battery fails, the cart stops working-will someone get her a cab-will a cab even take her.
Amongst these questions, it was a great night for New York; the event sponsors Michael Moore, Alex Baldwin, Robert De Niro, Mark Ruffalo and many, many others. Many signs echoed one theme, this is not about Trump-it’s about morals and character, how we see our self and what will define us.
If there is one thing I’ll sleep on tonight it’s; “…I shouldn’t be out in this cool weather, but I have to-I can’t afford my medicine”. JPN