On Wednesday, many of us watched breathlessly from our socially distanced living rooms as Joe Biden and Kamala Harris were inaugurated as the new President and Vice President of the United States.
It was natural to remember a time four years ago when we had longed for such a day. On January 20, 2017, Donald Trump was inaugurated as 45th President of the United States. On January 21, we pulled on our pink hats and took to the streets. Millions of people, mostly women, marched in capital cities all around the country. But the biggest, most important Women’s March was right here in Washington, D.C. I was thrilled to take part in it, and pleased that my husband and teenage son wanted to come too. The mood was peaceful and joyful, with an undercurrent of fear about what kind of country Trump would build for us, determination that the nation would survive it, and sorrow that so many Americans would vote for a man who had already proven himself by then to be a despicable human being.
We have a long way yet to march, and it was made longer by the Trump Administration’s failings. But four years after the Woman’s March, the promise of that march is finally back on track to being fulfilled.