The next generation

 For the past year, I have been a local organizer for rallies, protests, and events related to policies and programs that the current administration have implemented. I have been working diligently to remind everyone that when the founding fathers established the essential documents for the operation and function of our government, the clearly delineated the sovereign of the new nation would be "we the people."

Laws, governance, and direction for the country were to come from the people. People in the US select representatives to serve, but those voices should reflect the will of the people. Over the course of the past year, that ideal has been frequently forgotten or blatantly rejected. The protests and rallies have been a pathway for people in our country to have their voices heard.

Saturday, March 28, will be No Kings Day 3. Rallies, protests, marches will be held all over the country. Millions are expected to attend. I will be proud to participate in these acts. But what makes me feel the most proud is that this go-around, I will be protesting with my granddaughter-the next generation of women in my family.

I hope that my granddaughter will see how important it is for the people to express their desires, to have their voices be heard. I hope that she will observe the power in numbers, and that people coming together for a common cause is a powerful phenomenon. I hope that she will walk away from the event felling empowered. I want to be hopeful for her generation, and in order to do that, I need to show her how to participate to initiate change. She is the hope. 

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