Around this time last year, I was in Hawaii frolicking around Aulani Disney Resort with close friends. We were enjoying a nice meal and of course started talking about the potential election candidates. I remember I started to cry because it was just unfathomable to me that people were even considering Trump. After feeling defeated for the past few months, I knew that it was imperative, now more than ever, to do what I could to show my support.* Support for women and feminists. Support for POC. Support for LGBTQIA. Support for choice. Support for the underserved. Support for the underrepresented.
I’m not usually a rally kind of person. The introvert in me always tries to figure out if there’s anything that I could do within my four cozy walls to use my voice instead of having to venture to the outside world. Sometimes I think I’m a cold-blooded reptile since I get so cold so easily outside. But today was quite the exception. Earlier in the week I decided to attend the San Francisco Women’s March and meet up with some old co-workers from my non-profit days. Backstory: We all worked together at a non-profit Chinese American Historical museum in Chinatown (check it ➡️ CHSA). I probably still would have gone to the march, but knowing that I was going to meet up with these amazing women made me that much more excited. One of them even printed and laminated these perfect Leia rebellion posters. I, of course, had to sport my “Rebel” Star Wars cap. 👌
I actually had to run off for my family’s Chinese New Year’s dinner that evening, so I really only got to stay for the speeches and saw bits of the march on my way out. A great lineup of speakers and performers, but I choked up the most listening to San Francisco supervisor, Jane Kim.
“My name is Jane Kim…and I am a nasty woman.” ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼✊🏻
She went on to explain how she hired an all female, all mothers, WOC legislative team at City Hall and how they’re “getting the job done!” Are you crying tears of empowerment yet? And then when she talked about how San Francisco is one of the cities pioneering for social change, I just couldn’t hold it in. It makes me so proud to be a San Franciscan.
“We have a legacy of being bold. We were one of the first cities to marry gay couples. We are one of the first cities to provide single parent universal healthcare. We are the first city to bring minimum wage to $15 an hour – and most of those workers are women. So let’s march.” – Jane Kim
My eggs, my choice.🍳🍳🍳 I like them over easy.😜
As mentioned, I pretty much had to make my way over to Chinatown after the speeches, but did get a chance to snap a few photos of the parade and some fun signs. Apologizing now for the poor photo quality. It was pretty gloomy. And by the time the march started, it was raining and dark. I’m sure the earth was upset that Trump and most, if not all, of his cabinet doesn’t believe in climate change. 😑
Of course the city showed its support in lighting up City Hall with pink lights. But I’m sure it’ll change back to blue and gold once the Warriors play again. I’ll just have to be my own reminder to make my voice heard and support those who need it most. And I urge you to help us fight. Rebel against normalizing patriarchy, sexism, racism, homophobia, classism, ableism, and bullying. Rebel against believing that you have no voice. Rebel against silence. And for everything that you’ve done so far, thank you. 💗
OOTD/N:Rebel hat, Mulan pin: Disney, Glasses: Warby Parker, Girls flag pin: Tuesday Bassen, Egg socks: ikspiari (Japan), Leather jacket: LF, Black skinny jeans: Sears
*UPDATE: I just realized that I did not point out the privilege I have for not feeling the need to go out and march until now. More specifically, I did not participate in any Black Lives Matter marches or events. That just speaks to the privilege I hold. I was always an ally, re-posting and reading what I could. But I never felt the need to march. I never felt in danger because of my race or the language I speak. I haven’t felt too threatened up until now. Even though I am a POC, I am not as much a target as, for example, a black male. And I just wanted to take this opportunity to acknowledge that.