Energy, pure Poetic Energy.
The view from 57th Street south is an Avenue of People; all age groups, children, brothers & sisters, Mother’s and Fathers, Lovers, Newlyweds and Senior Citizens in wheel chairs, electric or not, walkers, canes. A form a dedication not always seen, but today on full display for the dignity of Women, regardless their age or physical ability. Never have I seen an incoming President met with such a clear Global message.
Regardless of your political agenda, one has to respect a senior citizen with Polio, making this slow painful procession for miles or a 12-year-old girl in crutches after a recent operation, which is drive and has a sense of poetry to the step. There were legal aid consultants at each corner, should there be a need for it and there was a unity towards addressing the type of decadence Trump has displayed and met with global condemnation.
At the end on 55th Street, time and again I would witness the Mother and Daughter embrace, the Lover embrace and even the Grandpa, Granma embrace all with the reality mostly saved for family events, not political. These times require more than normal, to watch carefully what the “God’s that be” are up to as we slumber in the night.
As I left I saw one Veteran from Vietnam, also an era of protest that brought an end to a war and I could only say; “Thank you for service”, something I can also say to all of the women today. After leaving and reflecting on the size of this protest, I can only come to the opinion that this election is; “Far from over” and I’m sure I’ll have future post. JPN