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Women’s March—Why I Marched, The Smallest Voice Counts

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The Smallest Voice Counts ©Wynn Wink-Moran

A few months have come and gone since the Women’s March in Washington, DC. While the divide yet runs deep, conversations that span the spectrum of beliefs within my own circle of women friends give me great hope that there is so much more that unites, rather than divides us.

If I could tease out a single thread of what unites us, it is found in our humanity, our common experiences as women. Experiences women have shared throughout history that even the most divisive political rhetoric cannot splinter. The political has become the personal. Many of these conversations take place in hushed voices, an intimacy of experiences and trust in the other. We sink into shared history and present. What kind of a world do we want for our daughters? For our sons? For ourselves? For the gorgeous, varied humanity with whom we share the planet? We want the best for our world, our children, our families, for the children and families of others. I trust in our shared experiences throughout history to bring us together.

Wynn Wink-Moran

Three generations of Wink Women flew to DC and boarded a bus to march. I lift up the spirit of the march here through the photos of my daughter, Wynn, and powerful words Why I Marched by forever friend, Dawn Dobras, who when asked why she marched wrote sheer power and beauty.

Wynn experienced the march through the lens of the camera. I did not know what she saw or captured until we had returned home. 

©Wynn Wink-Moran

Dawn Dobras

Why I Marched by Dawn Dobras

I was asked this weekend, why I marched in DC and am sharing this my response below:
I marched this weekend in DC in the women’s march– which easily could have been called the Humanity March.
I marched for the women’s right to choose. Regardless of how you feel about terminating a pregnancy, I marched to protect a mother’s right to choose that outcome.
I marched for every mother, woman and man that is an immigrant. I’m a proud descendant of immigrants and believe our country is stronger for them.
I marched for religious freedom. As a wife and mother with Jewish kids but being Christian– I don’t want to see any individual need to register because of their religion and can’t support a Muslim registry. It wasn’t good for Jews in Germany, Japanese in WW2 in the US and it’s not ok now. At all.
I marched for racial equality, because I believe that it’s not the color of the skin that determines your contribution to our country or your rights as a citizen.
I marched for the LGBT community because I believe your sexual orientation does not change your place in our community or your rights.
I marched for every disabled friend and parent of disabled children. Their presence in my life enriches me greatly and does not deserve mocking.
I marched for providing health care for mothers and children– who by the numbers, are most likely to be impacted by lack of access to health care.
And I marched for Mother Earth! Climate change is real and every day that we fail to recognize this we are failing our children and grandchildren.

Mom and daughters march together: Dawn, Mary Ann, Amy Dobras

Finally, I did march to preserve women’s rights. I am the deep beneficiary of the women who marched before us. You have a law degree, I have an MBA. But that wasn’t always the case for our mothers or grandmothers. And I can’t support a president that believes a women’s physical appearance and being a “10” is more important than my brain power and my ability to achieve.
I have a very high bar for a leader of 200 million people and I was marching to remind him that there are consequences for disregarding basic human decency.
All that, and I feel so honored to be a part of this weekends march. I have never felt more American, and more connected to my fellow citizens than being a part of a swell of people– all ages, races, sexual orientation, nationalities– asking for basic rights to be respected by our leader. It was a life experience that I will always remember and look forward to the next one.

With love,

Dawn Dobras

I discovered interspersed with photos that Wynn took of the march were photos of stark beauty.

We re-discovered family. Roots, roots, roots, and a whole new family constellation of stars formed in the sky.

Cuzzin Martha, Mom, Leslee, Frank, Mel, Wynn

As my cousin, Mel, said, “When you meet family that you never knew you had and aren’t even technically related to—but they end up being super cool.” #ByMarriageTwiceRemoved #StillCounts

Mom gave me these socks. True.

This stained glass felt made for the moment, “The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad of scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.”

Even the smallest voice counts. 

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Author: Dawn Wink

Dawn Wink is a writer and educator whose work explores the beauty and tensions of language, culture, and place.

10 thoughts on “Women’s March—Why I Marched, The Smallest Voice Counts

  1. Please share with Wynn, that the photos are definitely, and powerfully a Wynn, winn!

    Best,

    Tanja

  2. Wonderfully written. Thanks for sharing thoughts on this momentous march. Wynn’s pictures really captured what it is all about.

    • Dear Tracie,
      Thank you so much for connecting. Yes, it was a momentous march and an incredible experience. I think Wynn’s eye to convey the experience through photos was exquisite, as well. Thank you!
      A hug,
      Dawn

  3. You’re always such an inspiration, Dawn! Thanks for sharing and standing so proud and strong!

    • Dear Wendy,
      So wonderful to hear from you! Thanks ever so much for taking the time to connect. Here’s to us both standing proud and strong!
      A hug,
      Dawn

  4. That was beautiful! Thank you for sharing.

  5. Thank you for sharing your images and words – I am still in awe of the power and force we all put together on that days, and days since.

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