There were so many of us there, it was more of an ocean tide\u00a0than a march, a wave of people breaching the shores of our nation\u2019s monuments. We were so many that we filled the parade route, so there was no place to actually go. Instead, if we all leaned one way, the tide came in at the Washington Monument. If we all leaned the other, the tide came in at the Capital building.<\/p>\n
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It was history, and nothing is more likely to make history than when you piss off a whole lot\u00a0of women.<\/p>\n
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My bus left us off at the Navy Yard, and we walked about a half an hour. We felt like a large group,\u00a0some of us carrying signs, some of us wearing pink hats. There were men, women, a few teenage children. Some of us wore jackets that said,\u00a0Gays Against Guns.<\/em> Some of us had pink hair. Some of us were older and some younger. All of us were determined.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n As we walked to the site of the rally, cars on the streets would honk their encouragement. We thought we were a large group \u2014 there were so many busses! \u2014 but really, we were to become only a drop in that massive ocean.\u00a0Soon, we met and merged with tributaries of others. They came from other bus drop offs, from the Metro, from who knows where. Looking up, there were people in buildings, hanging out of their windows, yelling for us and clapping. Our currents came together and we continued walking, following the current, until we came to be standing on a slight hill. Looking down, we could see where the current was almost blocked; the river of people had become a damned up lake, the crowd thick, shoulder to shoulder, sign to sign.<\/p>\n