A Sign of our Times
Last Saturday my son JD and I took a stand.
Julianne More had sent an email, a sort of invitation; "join us in the nation wide tax march." What could the actress say that would motivate me to put my beliefs into action? Julianne knew and I had to agree, enough all ready, let's see Trump's taxes. Accountability, holding the president to a higher standard, seeing who he is indebted to and if his decisions are for his pocketbook or the true integrity of our nation was the perfect reason.
Ms. Moore led me to invite JD, "there's a march tomorrow, would you care to join me?"
"Maybe..." my son replied.
We've all been watching Trump from the sidelines with disbelief. This administration seems to be stacking the deck. Make no mistake, it is stacked. When those cards are finally dealt, guess who will have the winning hand? The house of the wealthy...everyone knows the house is positioned to win at the expense of the general population.
Where is the proof of this? Trump's taxes...so let's have a look-see, shall we? Except...well...another broken promise by Trump. Heck...add that to the long list of disappointments plus the over-all tone of ogre and that proved to be enough motivation for us to march that day.
We had a choice, attend the march in Chicago or go with a smaller group in NW Indiana. We chose Chesterton, Indiana, joining about 40 other marchers.
The town square was quaint, a gazebo with old fashioned buildings in the great surround...birds chirping, dogs on leashes and fellow citizens grasping colorful signs. Real life politics stood at the heart of this small town community.
The warmth projected by the group was nothing short of amazing. Smiles, welcoming handshakes, "where are you from?" We shared tidbits, we bonded...we appreciated the moment of unity. JD and I became part of something much bigger than ourselves, we became part of a movement.
A mandolin player and guitarist filled the air with music. Lyrics were rewritten to match the current struggles at hand. I wondered if this resembled what the Vietnam protests were like back in the day? Although such demonstrations were a bit before my time, I felt the connection to history. Freedom of speech is a marvelous thing.
JD was treated like a celebrity. He was the youngest person there, carrying a sign, waving to the passersby who tooted their car horns in a show of support. For those who directed nasty comment, my son simply frowned. Peaceful assembly.
"I sort of expected we'd see angry Trump supporters," JD said. All I could do was nod in agreement. A sweet-n-sour experience.
We met up with a woman from the region and her daughter who traveled from Chicago to protest with us. "I thought there would be more of an impact to march somewhere other than a blue state," the daughter said. I could see her point. Shouldn't we challenge others to consider a different perspective, to study current events as they are happening and to draw a more well rounded conclusion?
There were many signs carried...creative thoughts, mostly in English and a few in Russian. Yes, there was that...the shadow of doom surrounding how Trump managed to gain the electoral vote and the ongoing investigation. Silence implies agreement...so it was time to speak up...to show our sign of the times.
JD used a borrowed poster. We simply didn't have time to construct something with Trump's face gazing across at Putin with the words, "show us the money" dyed in bold print.
Towards the end of the demonstration a man approached. The fellow was taken by the efforts of everyone there. JD and I were offered a generous hug. "Thank you for this..." he conveyed with emotion. All I could do was smile for the truth became apparent, we are all in this together. We stand for our country, with and for those who agree with us and with and for those who don't. That was something very profound to remember...every step forward carried the greatest importance because what Trump and his administration pushes through effects everyone and everything, now and for many years to come.
April 29th we plan on marching once again for better, we plan to pick up a sign and become entwined in this movement. The focus will be on our climate...if I live to breathe and global warming does not do us in, I hope to see you there!
March on~
Trixie Archer
Julianne More had sent an email, a sort of invitation; "join us in the nation wide tax march." What could the actress say that would motivate me to put my beliefs into action? Julianne knew and I had to agree, enough all ready, let's see Trump's taxes. Accountability, holding the president to a higher standard, seeing who he is indebted to and if his decisions are for his pocketbook or the true integrity of our nation was the perfect reason.
Ms. Moore led me to invite JD, "there's a march tomorrow, would you care to join me?"
"Maybe..." my son replied.
We've all been watching Trump from the sidelines with disbelief. This administration seems to be stacking the deck. Make no mistake, it is stacked. When those cards are finally dealt, guess who will have the winning hand? The house of the wealthy...everyone knows the house is positioned to win at the expense of the general population.
Where is the proof of this? Trump's taxes...so let's have a look-see, shall we? Except...well...another broken promise by Trump. Heck...add that to the long list of disappointments plus the over-all tone of ogre and that proved to be enough motivation for us to march that day.
We had a choice, attend the march in Chicago or go with a smaller group in NW Indiana. We chose Chesterton, Indiana, joining about 40 other marchers.
The town square was quaint, a gazebo with old fashioned buildings in the great surround...birds chirping, dogs on leashes and fellow citizens grasping colorful signs. Real life politics stood at the heart of this small town community.
The warmth projected by the group was nothing short of amazing. Smiles, welcoming handshakes, "where are you from?" We shared tidbits, we bonded...we appreciated the moment of unity. JD and I became part of something much bigger than ourselves, we became part of a movement.
A mandolin player and guitarist filled the air with music. Lyrics were rewritten to match the current struggles at hand. I wondered if this resembled what the Vietnam protests were like back in the day? Although such demonstrations were a bit before my time, I felt the connection to history. Freedom of speech is a marvelous thing.
JD was treated like a celebrity. He was the youngest person there, carrying a sign, waving to the passersby who tooted their car horns in a show of support. For those who directed nasty comment, my son simply frowned. Peaceful assembly.
"I sort of expected we'd see angry Trump supporters," JD said. All I could do was nod in agreement. A sweet-n-sour experience.
We met up with a woman from the region and her daughter who traveled from Chicago to protest with us. "I thought there would be more of an impact to march somewhere other than a blue state," the daughter said. I could see her point. Shouldn't we challenge others to consider a different perspective, to study current events as they are happening and to draw a more well rounded conclusion?
There were many signs carried...creative thoughts, mostly in English and a few in Russian. Yes, there was that...the shadow of doom surrounding how Trump managed to gain the electoral vote and the ongoing investigation. Silence implies agreement...so it was time to speak up...to show our sign of the times.
JD used a borrowed poster. We simply didn't have time to construct something with Trump's face gazing across at Putin with the words, "show us the money" dyed in bold print.
Towards the end of the demonstration a man approached. The fellow was taken by the efforts of everyone there. JD and I were offered a generous hug. "Thank you for this..." he conveyed with emotion. All I could do was smile for the truth became apparent, we are all in this together. We stand for our country, with and for those who agree with us and with and for those who don't. That was something very profound to remember...every step forward carried the greatest importance because what Trump and his administration pushes through effects everyone and everything, now and for many years to come.
April 29th we plan on marching once again for better, we plan to pick up a sign and become entwined in this movement. The focus will be on our climate...if I live to breathe and global warming does not do us in, I hope to see you there!
March on~
Trixie Archer
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