I debated just doing a Twitter thread on this. I wasn’t sure if I could make it a whole post or what. But, I have thoughts and feelings about the march.
I went to my local march. I knew for me that distance and accessibility were important. I’m lucky in that I live pretty close to where my local march took place. I have a place to park near the location as well. I could easily park and walk to the starting point.
I teared up several times while making my way to the march. Just the energy from the people around us, the shouts of equality and that black lives matter. Contrary to what some folks think, these marches were more than about equality or people being upset that their candidate lost. There was a great representation from other marginalized groups. And other amputees. It’s funny how we find each other.
It was not perfect.
It was a dreary day here and like walking through a tunnel of fog.
And that makes the ground slippery.
I fell while marching and that reminded me why I was actually marching.
I marched because I could. Because people with disabilities are so often ignored and thought of only when we are inspiring.
Protest marches are generally inaccessible to people with disabilities. This one wasn’t completely inaccessible, but it was problematic. Anyone could have fallen where I did, but because of my crutches I was more susceptible than able-bodied people.
I know that I am only one person, but I want to make sure that my presence reminds able-bodied people that we are out there. That we exist. That we are more than the sum of our parts.