Dear Editor,
I attended the Women’s March in Kings Beach
on January 21. I became overwhelmed with emotion as I looked into the crowd,
nearly 800 people from my community—mostly women, but men, children and
families, too. We gathered together for the same purpose, to promote peace,
unity, solidarity, resistance, women’s rights, and human rights. To celebrate diversity. We marched together to
enthusiastic and supportive honks and cheers from passing motorists. “Love, not
Hate, make this county great,” we chanted. “When they go low, we go high,” we
called out. “No hate, no fear, immigrants are welcome here,” we shouted. My
friend, Kimberly, stopped at the local market to purchase a sandwich. The young
man behind her in line exclaimed, “Please, let me buy you lunch, I’m so inspired
by what you people are doing!” A stranger reaching out. One of my greatest
heroes is my grandmother. Born in Puerto Rico
in 1883, she became a revered curandera,
a healer who uses the remedies of herbs and the laying on of hands. She treated
everyone in her small village with respect and delivered babies with the
midwife when the women had no other health care. I believe my Abuela Chepa, who lived to nearly 100-years-old,
was with me in some capacity on this day of all days, proudly cheering me on.
Photo by Lesley Chapman