So... let me continue my tale.
The trip to DC was long - what surprised me was the sheer number of people in the metro station. Everyone was patient and pleasant - but the trains
were crowded. Our station was at the end of the line and at every stop we passed there were people on the platform (sometimes big crowds on the
platform) waiting with signs and hats.
Someone told me that the last stop (La Fountain) was so crowded that people were having difficulty leaving the station and said we should get off at
the Smithsonian stop. I did... and that's how I got separated from my group.
So there I was, all alone, in a very large crowd at around 9:40 am.
I started walking around, but only made it to 10th street (the main stage was at 3rd street) and couldn't get farther because of the crowds. I headed
to the bathrooms and then to a food stand (there were five or six of them at the event, all from the same company) and got a hot dog.
That turned out to be a good decision. Within 15 minutes, I found myself locked in a crowd so vast that I could move only an inch in every direction.
When you're only 5'3", the view ain't that interesting...
There were jumbotrons every few streets but at that particular place, I couldn't see a thing. I could hear, though, and heard parts of the speeches.
The crowd was polite in spite of the crush, saying "excuse me" and "pardon me" and so forth.
At one point I heard shouts to my left and turned. They were shouting "Medic! Medic!" We took up the shout and it carried onward toward the medical
station. Two minutes later the crowd pushed apart to make a small path as a medic in a bright-green vest came through, followed by two others. We
pointed and he disappeared into the crowd. About eight minutes later a volunteer started parting the crowd and he came back with an elderly woman in
a wheelchair. They went off to the left and the crowd flowed back into the space where they'd been.
And then it was time to march (I was beginning to feel some pain from standing in one place without moving for over an hour)... but nobody moved. We
waited five minutes and then ten minutes. Nothing happened.
We had no idea that the crowd was so large that it was physically impossible to march.
Occasional chants of "march! march" started, fading after 30 or so repetitions. Eventually something happened... a barrier moved or something and we
finally began shuffling forward. Along the way, some dropped out to sit on the sidewalk. We were mostly quiet as we walked, though occasionally
chants would rise.
Someone started a call-and-response chant:
.."tell me what democracy looks like" they called
The crowd responded "THIS is what DEMOCRACY looks like!"
As the shouts died down, a tiny voice (three or four year old child) shouted "tell me what democracy looks like!" and the crowd responded "THIS is
what DEMOCRACY looks like!" much to the child's delight.
Another popular chant was "We want a leader - not a creepy Tweeter!" Heard that chant several times.
I saw in the distance someone carrying a sign that I recognized as being from the Standing Rock council (couldn't make it over to them). I saw
people of all races and many faiths. There were a lot of signs there...
What do we want?
When do we want it?
AFTER PEER REVIEW!
(I laughed so hard at that one)
Anyway, I'm sure you've seen the photos of "best signs" ... or perhaps "worst signs/most appalling signs" if you looked for sources that didn't
support the march. Some carried photos of their mothers/relatives (one marcher's sign indicated they were marching for their mother, who wanted to be
a civil engineer but who was denied that career because she was a woman).
edit on 24-1-2017 by Byrd because: (no reason given)