Written on Metro en route to the March For Our Lives:
I am not a mom, but moms are not what this March is about.
This is about their kids. This whole tidal wave of outcry and protest is courtesy of our kids. A mom’s kid.
Kids who don’t come home from school on Wednesday. Kids who have created a “black hole” in a classroom by not being there the next week.
Innocent children lost to scary madmen with big guns. It’s all too easy.
I am not a mom. I don’t play one on TV, but in real life I’ve helped raise lots of kids. Kids who are two years old with twin brothers on the way. Kids who are on the brink of 5 who run carefree at an “open air” playground in the City. Kids who are on college campuses and in high school classrooms. I’ve been a carpool mom for many years now and I simply cannot ever imagine arriving to a crime scene or receiving a text that “Beth hasn’t been heard from yet”.
When moms send kids to school and wave as the bus pulls away, or not because the day is already too busy, they expect them to return later that day. What they don’t expect is complete mayhem after receiving a text, or worse, a breaking news alert that there’s a gunman on their elementary school grounds and the place is on lockdown and, no, you can’t come get your kids. It’s like yesterday Columbine happened. I was in college. It’s like this morning Newton happened. Those kids should be marching. Kids younger than those walked out of school on March 14th and I say good for them, but they shouldn’t have to. They shouldn’t know why they had to.
My nephews go to high school in Florida, not necessarily near Parkland, but when it happens in your state it’s like it happens to you. Then just last week it happened in my state. Don’t think it won’t happen in yours. They took their poor 16-year-old daughter off of life support. It had to come to that. Can you imagine?
Watching and listening to the vigil at the Washington National Cathedral was a moving reminder as to why we do this. Carmen’s parents spoke and it was probably the last thing in the world they thought they would do in 2018 would be to have to tell this county and that audience on March For Our Lives-eve about their daughter receiving word that she was a National Merit Scholar the day after she was shot and killed at school. (See their remarks starting at 59:50 mark) But, I’m so glad they’re here and strong enough to tell their story and share their Carmen with the world.
How to go on? What to do next? Is marching the day after the budget vote when Congressmen & Senators have gone to their respective Districts the answer? Will they hear these kids? Who knows. How soon until the next mass shooting? The next school shooting? The next gunfire outbreak at a concert? When will it end? When is enough really enough? Hopefully now. The future is in the hands of our youth. Let’s listen to them. Let’s be inspired by them.
Let’s act and stop with the “thoughts and prayers.”
Fast-Forward to…Written on Metro home from the March For Our Lives:
What an amazing day! Thoroughly inspired. Amazing.
It was not a March as there were definitely too many people. More of a rally, and an uplifting pep-rally at that! The entire stretch of Pennsylvania Avenue (where the President lives!) from 3rd to 12th Street and beyond was chock full of people. White people. Black people. Brown people. Men. Women. Children. Teachers. Democrats. Republicans. Gun owners, even! People who just plain care about kids, their safety and voting out the NRA and all of the representatives bought by the NRA.
And those on the stage: WOW! Articulate. Inspiring. Amazing. Angry. Fired up & Ready to Vote, if not run for office, or better yet, both! Not one person who spoke on that stage must have been 20 years old minus the musical guests. And Lin Manuel & Ben Platt, totally the greatest ever! Download the song here. Watch these men on stage here!
It was a day I won’t soon forget and I’m extremely grateful for my friend Davina who survived the Women’s March with me & still wanted to do it all over again. Only this time with an early breakfast meeting place that was empty and worked perfectly. We walked from breakfast to until we couldn’t walk anymore and ended conveniently right in front of a Jumbotron! Go us!
Our future is fine, the kids are alright!
Keep up with them at www.MarchForOurLives.com
A few pictures from this memorable day are here: Enjoy!