Happy May Day! My beloved friend Marilyn Stanton celebrates May Day by distributing baskets of flowers. Alas, Spring has yet to arrive here in Seattle.
May Day is also the international day of protest. Here in the United States, we are still reeling from Donald Trump’s first 100 days in office. We survived. Barely.
I’m still snickering that he’s such a thin-skinned coward that he opted for a rally of his delusional supporters to avoid the comical barbs of the White House correspondent’s dinner on Saturday night. Truly pathetic.
Seattle has had epic May Day protests, but nothing can top our Women’s March on January 21, 2017. I’m still smiling. 50,000 people were expected, and 200,000 people came.
This was true all over the world. Wow!
Yet, I seriously doubt Trump grasps the fact that millions of women don’t want his tiny hands anywhere near our bodies. No, we don’t think you are God’s gift to us.
I am astonished by how many of my colleagues, medical team, and friends enthusiastically participated in the Women’s March celebration of the empowerment of women.
The creativity of protest signs and camaraderie of the marchers was invigorating and inspiring.
Women’s reproductive freedom was a HUGE issue, and Seattle had a message for the GOP.
The fun started on the bus on the way to Seattle when I met up with a fellow PussyHat wearer. Everyone wanted a knitted PussyHat. The hat is essentially square in shape, and the corners become ears on your head. Clever, eh?
I joined the march mid-route and walked to Seattle Center.
PussyHats popped up everywhere after the Women’s March.