The past two weekends after Donald Trump took office have been filled with love, compassion, and activism.
The first march that I, and thousands of other New Yorkers, attended was the Women’s March on NYC. I was honored to march with my sister Claire, and some of her friends from Fordham.
After the recent “Muslim Ban,” as it will be remembered, impromptu protesting broke out at JFK airport in NYC and a march was formed in the Financial District. By the time I had heard about the protest at JFK, the Port Authority had suspended all AirTrain service making getting there almost impossible. However, the march downtown was still a possibility.
I had to be there.
I texted a few friends and within a few minutes everyone responded. Without hesitation, everyone committed.
So we went.
