I marched behind this woman for some 13 blocks yesterday through midtown Manhattan. People around her asked about her sign, and she explained she was marching with three generations of women in her family. There were signs all around, running the gamut of scathing to witty. But I found her message the most touching. Plans for the Women’s March began on Nov. 9, the day after the election, but her march began many years previous. And yesterday, her march continued, even if it seemed impossible and ridiculous.
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