People asked me why I was marching in London. What was the Women’s March, was it an Anti-Trump movement? What have we here in the UK got to do with what happened in America? Didn’t women already have enough rights? These are some of the reactions and questions I have been asked in real life and encountered online. The trolls on Twitter asked why didn’t we protest outside Saudi Arabia’s embassy for gender equality. Piers Morgan, hoping to steal Katy Hopkins Troll crown, declared he wanted a Men’s March. What was it that the Women’s March on London (and around the world) wanted to accomplish?
I’ve tried hard to articulate why I marched. But I did it because I was appalled with the rise of open ignorance and hate, I marched out of solidarity, I marched because despite it being the 21st Century I have a list as long as I am tall of all the misogyny and unfairness I have encountered because of my gender, I marched with thousands of people- men, women and children– because individually our voices are not loud enough but together they are. I marched because I felt helpless, pissed off, frustrated, outraged at tiny men like Trump and Farage, and fearful of the repercussions across the world. It was the biggest global collective clapback I could ever hope or wish to be a part of.