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Friday, January 21, 2022

Five Years Later Women March On

The Women's March on Washington, January 19, 2017--a model of Resistance.

Five years ago, on the eve of the instillation of a slimy fraud, serial rapist and abuser, and would-be fascist strongman when much of the country was paralyzed by dread and despair the Women’s March on Washington filled the National Mall in defiance.  Their numbers dwarfed the inauguration crowds of the Orange Menace the next day.  It was the opening shot of an energized and spreading Resistance that four years later would oust the Resident.  What made it even more remarkable is that it was organized on-line in just a few weeks not by charismatic leaders or media celebrities but by ordinary women, many of them entirely new to activism.  It represented a genuine from the bottom up peoples movement that spread across the country sparking hundreds of sister marches.

From the beginning the March was characterized by devotion to what would become known as intersectionality defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as the “interconnected nature of social categorizations such as race, class, and gender as they apply to a given individual or group, regarded as creating overlapping and interdependent systems of discrimination or disadvantage.”  Representatives of other oppressed and threatened groups and movements including Black Lives Matter; immigrants facing deportation, detention, and family separation; Muslims and other endangered religious minorities; Native American Water Protectors; the LGBTQ community; youth; the differently abled; and others were recognized as essential mutual allies, represented at the rally; and included in leadership.

The Women's March Chicago 2018 with part of the Tree of Life UU contingent including Terry Kappel and Judy Stettner.  Photo by Linda Di.

The March was defiantly feminist but not separatistMen were welcome to attend and lend support to the agenda laid out by women.  In some of the Sister Marches as many as 25% of participants were male, some even wearing the knit pink pussy caps that became a symbol of the March.

In the years since the Women’s March has endured despite enormous challenges and no little controversy and internal dissent.  Major marches were staged again January of 2018 and 19.  Special March on the Vote events were held in the fall of 2018 before the mid-term elections that recaptured the House of Representatives.  In 2021 and again this year the March faced the challenges of the raging Coronavirus pandemic that disrupted and discouraged mass street events

Besides the pandemic challenges have included controversy over electoral politics particularly how closely to identify with Democrats, generational strains between older second wave feminists and younger women, leadership turmoil over allegations of antisemitism by Linda Sarsour, a Palestinian-American activist and Tamika Mallory, an African-American gun control activist who had voiced support for Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam; a split between National leadership and organizers of many sister marches; and how much and what kind of corporate sponsorship to accept.


Despite it all today kicks off Women’s March Global 2022 events and activities which will run through March 8.  They write:

This January 21st, let’s unite again in solidarity to begin a new phase of activism. January 21st’s march will show our solidarity and strength once again. Even though we come from different places and we have different struggles, we all have the same overarching goal for equality and justice. As Audre Lorde said, “I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own” and so, this January 21st, show up and fight, not only for yourself but also for your sisters.  Follow us and be one of the first to know how you can take part – either on the streets or in the comfort of your home on Twitter at #WeWontBackDown or at https://fb.me/e/1OFzPllFV.


The March also outlined an ambitious agenda for 2022 in an email to supporters yesterday.  It includes: 

·         Growing our Women2Women Circles so we can wield our feminist power at the local level and drive change in our communities.

·         Recruiting volunteers to text & make phone calls to voters leading up to the 2022 midterm elections.

·         Providing trainings through our Feminist Fundamentals Short Course so that Women’s Marchers can gain the basic foundation you need to organize, activate and mobilize your community.

·         Scaling our Digital Defenders program so we can continue combating misinformation online and make sure everyone has access to the information they need to survive this pandemic.

·         Resisting against every attack the anti-abortion movement has planned this year and building pressure on Congress to pass the Women’s Health Protection Act.

·         Putting pressure on our politicians to support the feminist policies we need passed in Congress to survive the current crises we face.

·         Holding corporations accountable for the political campaigns they’ve financially supported and calling for corporate social responsibility.

·         Planning safe and Covid-conscious mass mobilizations so we can demonstrate our collective power as we resist attacks on our feminist values. 

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Murfin Verse Reflections on A Bitter Day and an Inspiring One

Protests in Washington on the day of the Inauguration in 2017.  Some thought it was rude.  It was.  Good for rudeness.
Yesterday was the bitter third anniversary of the Trump inauguration.  No matter how bad we imagined it would be, it has been worse—a catastrophe picking up victims like mud on a rolling boulder.  I won’t go into the litany of abuses, outrages, and insults.  But you already know them by heart, don’t you.
The day after the Electoral College certified the disaster I wrote:

Electoral College/Solstice
December 2016

What if this time the fading Sun
            does not heed the beacon fires,
            the prayer pyres,
            the incantations,
            the invocations? 

What if a conclave of warlocks
            and necromancers
            have found a new God
            and armies
            more powerful 
            than the Light?

What if day by day the new God
            consumes the Sun
            and all upon it shines
            until Darkness is total?

Then, my friends,
            we take up our yew bows
            and from the fastness
            of the deepest, darkest forests,
            light the eternal night 
            with our flaming arrows.

We gather kindling and fuel
            far and wide,
            haul it stealthily
            to the foremost alp
            and bide our time.

We seek out the allies
            from the corners
            of the gloom shrouded earth,
            learn alien tongues,
            make brothers and sisters
            of strangers,
            build leagues of comrades.

We find new prayers,
            we fashion with our own hands
            new amulets, totems, and fetishes,
            forge new singing swords,
            invent our own magic.

We carry in our hearts
            the sure knowledge 
            that no darkness
            can ever be truly eternal,
            no god or demon can survive
            if we no longer give him 
            power over our imagination.

Now has come the time, my friends,
            to set out in our own
            epic saga.

Take heart and make it so.

—Patrick Murfin

From Resistance Verse, a homemade chapbook, 2017.




We did take heart from the very beginning, greeting his residency on the first day with the largest inaugural protests in the street of Washington, D.C. in history.  Then we followed it up with the massive Women’s March on Washington and scores of record breaking Sister Marches, including one in Chicago I was privileged to participate in.  But many thought we would get bored, discouraged, or intimidated and would give it up after a tantrum or two.  
But we persisted.  There were giant marches all over the country to defend reproductive rights and health care; to protest the Muslim ban, deportations, and to defend Dreamers; a March for Science; actions to protect voting rights and ballot access; to demand sane gun policy and an end to senseless domestic carnage; we marched because Black Lives Matter and White Nationalism and its symbols suck.  
We marched on Earth Day, May Day, and any damned day we pleased.
And we invaded the Halls of Congress in wheelchairs and with prayers; stormed state capitols and city halls; hunted and haunted the Republican Congressional fronts for the oligarchy who try to hide from the Voice of the People.  And were have been ready for thousands of local actions organized in rapid response to any outrage by ordinary citizens many of whom had never before organized anything more dramatic than a bake sale or spaghetti dinner.
And more.  We have registered, walked precincts, circulated petitions, and run for office.  Tens of Thousands of women, Blacks, Latinos, Muslims, Gays, Transgender and non-conforming, the disabled, progressives of every sort—even White men and—gasp! Atheists.  And we have won!  Race after race, state after state even in the deepest red bastions.
The Resistance grows stronger day by day.
And it was evident in the Women’s Marches held Saturday. 

In the 2018 Chicago Women's March with Tree of Life UUs Terry Kappel and Judy Stettner.  The experience inspired a poem.
In 2018 I marched in Chicago with 300,000 of my closest friends.  The next morning, after recovering from the beating on my old body and with a few moments to reflect after an overnight shift at a gas station and brief nap before church I scribbled this on a scrap of paper:

Today, I Am a Woman
After the Chicago Women’s March
January 20, 2018

Today, I am a woman—
            a put-a-bag-on-her-head-woman,
            a never hit on by Cosby, Weinstein, or Trump woman,
            a lumbering lummox of a lady,
            a barren womb non-breeder,
            a hairy-legged horror,
            a gawky, graceless girl,
            a disappointment all around.

But Sisters, today, I am a woman—
            if you will have me.

Tomorrow I will be just another prick.
         
            —Patrick Murfin
                                                                                                             




Sunday, January 21, 2018

Murfin Verse Old and New—A Bitter Day and an Inspiring One

Protests in Washington on the day of the Inauguration in 2017.  Some thought it was rude.  It was.  Good for rudeness.


Yesterday was the bitter first anniversary of the Trump inauguration.  No matter how bad we imagined it would be, it has been worse—a catastrophe picking up victims like mud on a rolling boulder.  I won’t go into the litany of abuses, outrages, and insults.  But you already know them by heart, don’t you.
The day after the Electoral College certified the disaster I wrote:
      
Electoral College/Solstice
December 2016

What if this time the fading Sun
            does not heed the beacon fires,
            the prayer pyres,
            the incantations,
            the invocations? 

What if a conclave of warlocks
            and necromancers
            have found a new God
            and armies
            more powerful
            than the Light?

What if day by day the new God
            consumes the Sun
            and all upon it shines
            until Darkness is total?
           
Then, my friends,
            we take up our yew bows
            and from the fastness
            of the deepest, darkest forests,
            light the eternal night
            with our flaming arrows.

We gather kindling and fuel
            far and wide,
            haul it stealthily
            to the foremost alp
            and bide our time.

We seek out the allies
            from the corners
            of the gloom shrouded earth,
            learn alien tongues,
            make brothers and sisters
            of strangers,
            build leagues of comrades.

We find new prayers,
            we fashion with our own hands
            new amulets, totems, and fetishes,
            forge new singing swords,
            invent our own magic.

We carry in our hearts
            the sure knowledge
            that no darkness
            can ever be truly eternal,
            no god or demon can survive
            if we no longer give him
            power over our imagination.

Now has come the time, my friends,
            to set out in our own
            epic saga.

Take heart and make it so.

—Patrick Murfin
From Resistance Verse, a homemade chapbook, 2017.

We did take heart from the very beginning, greeting his residency on the first day with the largest inaugural protests in the street of Washington, D.C. in history.  Then we followed it up with the massive Women’s March on Washington and scores of record breaking Sister Marches, including one in Chicago I was privileged to participate in.  But many thought we would get bored, discouraged, or intimidated and would give it up after a tantrum or two. 
But we persisted.  There were giant marches all over the country to defend reproductive rights and health care; to protest the Muslim ban, deportations, and to defend Dreamers; a March for Science; actions to protect voting rights and ballot access; to demand sane gun policy and an end to senseless domestic carnage; we marched because Black Lives Matter and White Nationalism and its symbols suck.  

We marched on Earth Day, May Day, and any damned day we pleased.

And we invaded the Halls of Congress in wheelchairs and with prayers; stormed state capitols and city halls; hunted and haunted the Republican Congressional fronts for the oligarchy who try to hide from the Voice of the People.  And were have been ready for thousands of local actions organized in rapid response to any outrage by ordinary citizens many of whom had never before organized anything more dramatic than a bake sale or spaghetti dinner.
And more.  We have registered, walked precincts, circulated petitions, and run for office.  Tens of Thousands of women, Blacks, Latinos, Muslims, Gays, Transgender and non-conforming, the disabled, progressives of every sort—even White men and—gasp! Atheists.  And we have won!  Race after race, state after state even in the deepest red bastions.
The Resistance grows stronger day by day.
And it was evident in the Women’s Marches held yesterday and today that shattered even last year’s records.
I marched in Chicago with 300,000 of my closest friends.  This morning, after recovering from the beating on my old body and with a few moments to reflect after an overnight shifts and brief nap before church I scribbled this on a scrap of paper:

I may not look like it but today I am a Woman!

Today, I Am a Woman
After the Chicago Women’s March
January 20, 2018

Today, I am a woman—
            a put-a-bag-on-her-head-woman,
            a never hit on by Cosby, Weinstein, or Trump woman,
            a lumbering lummox of a lady,
            a barren womb non-breeder,
            a hairy-legged horror,
            a gawky, graceless girl,
            a disappointment all around.

But Sisters, today, I am a woman—
            if you will have me.

Tomorrow I will be just another prick.

—Patrick Murfin