Our grandmothers, devoid of their brother’s power,
there voices their soul armament
stood spartan for the longest hour
broke no emotion speaking their discontent.
Ancestors who simply stepped on a bus, refused to give up
tired of being treated as dogs of the street
stone faced and unflinching, through fire they stood up.
They had a dream, togetherness replete.
What’s happened since then? Now humor is our sword?
Insults about hands and hair? Is that the cause the world will see?
Loud music and hooting, stealing and looting, it’s a party for when we’re bored?
Now we fight to be popular and clever? Our elders fought to be free.
Today we post pictures of our protest to facebook and we hope for likes,
Yesterday their only metric was liberation through the hard fought fights.
This is in response to what I saw at the NYC women’s march on the Saturday after Trump’s inauguration. Perhaps my sample was not representative, but at what I thought was a march for women’s issues ended up being 75% signs trying to find the cleverest way to insult president Trump, often insulting him in the same petty ways he has insulted others. To be fair, I am not a person in a particularly disadvantaged population. Nonetheless, this worries me in general as part of a trend where self indulgent 1-upping political humor, online trending articles, and buzzwords are beginning to supplement serious education on issues, free thought, and gandhi-esque efforts rooted in egoless sobriety in the progressive movement. This has even been punctuated at occasion with drunken anarchy and rebellion at times since the election.
I’m sorry to the many, many people standing up for issues who do still aim to make protesting not something about ego, but about strategically bettering society. I love you all.