A Day of Action

We gathered a few weeks ago to show support for each other. We gathered so that our voices would carry, even downtown. Together we stood in a park and let the action of this gathering carry a movement, a moment where there was still more hope to come. California voted in Proposition 8, but there was still time to show up for the other side. The nation stood together that day and our voices carried through the streets. 

Many times I've heard how proud we are to be a part of the United States now that we have voted in a new President and actual change to our government. Perhaps pride is not the answer, maybe it's something a little different. This feeling, inside, may not be pride, but a feeling of empowerment. The voices of dissent have been quieted and moved to the sidelines for the past few years. We have been herded into free speech zones and arrested illegally for taking part in our government, silenced and ignored by he media. They were afraid to show what democracy looks like and what it means to be governed by the people.

This is the beginning of something new, for many who have never felt the need to throw their fists into the air and yell out for justice. Some of those that have come out for equal rights in these days following Obama's election have never shut down traffic and blocked an intersection to hold a rally as part of a National Day of Protest. The streets are ours, our voices ring out, and the whole world is watching... again. Its time to be proud, but it's also time to take action. The Presidential election was a point of ignition, a fire has been started and we need to seize this opportunity and ride the wave. We can let it take us pretty far if we paddle out hard enough, together.

I was proud to share a moment, a movement, with all my friends. Proud enough to keep up the fight and unite with voices raised in a joyous chorus.

Sing. Sing out.