On January 21 2017 I joined the Women’s March here in Copenhagen. I had heard about the planned Women’s March in Washington, D.C. and thought to myself, I would love to be able to join that, but unfortunately I won’t, since I live 6502 Kilometers away. Only two days before, I heard about the sisters march in Copenhagen and spontaneously decided to join.
So I called up some friends, forced my husband and in the end we were 5 people and a dog, who showed up at the American Embassy. My biggest fear was that there would be only 5 other people and I dragged everyone for nothing into the cold. Although luckily it wasn’t that cold. And with even more luck a lot of people showed up. Not just women, but also a lot of men. And even some other dogs.
At the beginning, while people still gathered, me and my friends stayed a little bit at the side. Partly, because we had a dog with us and didn’t want to push too much into the crowd, but partly because I also felt a bit unsure. This was my first time at a demonstration. I didn’t really know what would happen, what we were suppose to do. There were some speeches, but I could hardly hear anything.
And then the people started to move. The march started. Everyone walked in our direction, so we suddenly ended up at the front of the march. Maybe 10th row. Some women had megaphones and started shouting slogans. I had troubles to understand what they were saying and what we, the marchers, were supposed to shout back. When I finally figured it out, I still stayed rather quiet, and mumbled more the lines, instead of shouting them out like some people around us.
But the more we marched on, the braver I got. And the louder I got. So, when the women shouted: “Show us what democracy looks like!”, I shouted back: “This is what democracy looked like!”. When the women asked us what we would do if we would loose our freedom of speech or witness suppression, I shouted back in unison with the others “Stand up! Fight back!”. And then my favourite line: “Ain’t no power like the power of the people and the power of the people won’t stop!”. This took a while to figure out, but once I got it, I wouldn’t stop shouting it.
I got more and more relaxed in the crowd and I got this sense, that I was at the right place at the right moment. We passed Copenhagen’s biggest shopping street and people stopped to watch and film us. The press was around and even interviewed one of my friends for the evening news. I read all the funny and poignant signs people made and I was really jealous of those, who were wearing pussy hats. I wanted one too.
We finally arrived at Christiansborg Slot, the seat of the Danish Parliament. The people gathered in front of the building and we moved quickly to the statue of King Frederik VII, because we would have a better view and wouldn’t end up in the hustle with the dog. From the stairs we could see all the people behind us, still marching towards the castle. And there were still a lot of people coming. In the end we were about 5,000 people, who marched on that day.
And that was only in Copenhagen. When I got home and watched the news, I was thrilled to see what a big success this march was all over the world. With people marching on all 6 continents. Millions joining in the street for women rights, human rights and against pussy grabbers. It was amazing. I am so proud and happy that i was part of this. And I hope that this is just the beginning of a big global movement.
Women united! We won’t be divided! Humans united! We won’t be divided!