Women’s March on Washington—Warmth and purpose trump anger
From the time two of my three sisters, my husband and I nudged our way into a very crowded Metro car (several passed through too packed for new riders) to the Women’s March on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., to the bus ride home in the late afternoon, we encountered no “disruptors” or angry protestors, only warm, convivial women and men expressing their particular view of the post-election world and the work that needs to be done. The children were charming and the babies didn’t cry.