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Our Right to Free Speech - For ALL


I like that I live “one stoplight away” from our country’s capital (that is the phrase every realtor who lists a house in our neighborhood uses, causing us to wonder, “What route do they drive into the district?” and also “One stoplight, perhaps, but four traffic jams…”).  Close proximity to DC means we can easily join protests, marches, and celebrations.  I love that.  And, let’s be honest, since November 8, 2016, there have been lots of protests and marches to join in on, but we’ve been light in what I could consider reasons to celebrate…

Little boy with his sign at a protest against the Muslim Ban at Dulles Airport
I have made more protest signs and spent more arm-aching hours holding them in the air the last 19 months than I have the other 52 years of my life combined.   I like protests and rallies.  Especially in this day and age, I find them to be a space filled with INSPIRATION, with HOPE, and with the BELIEF that things can and will get better.  These large gatherings act like a sort of fuel for me, a little weigh station where I can pull over and replenish my spirit. 
  
Us at the Families Belong Together Rally in DC
Of course, rallies are filled with like-minded people for the most part, people who are on the “same side of the argument” as me, otherwise why would we both be spending our precious Saturday standing in the sweltering sun holding up a sign, right?  So, while I love the signs, like the speakers, and feel an esprit-de-corps with my fellow marchers as we take over a wide DC street to exercise our freedom of speech, I dislike one part of these gatherings:  the shouting at those who are on the other side of the issue. 

I expect to see counter protesters when there are large gatherings.  We all expect that, as there are two sides (at least) to every issue, and in this country we ALL have the right (thankfully, at least for now) to express our opinions publicly.   And, when you are marching for a specific cause, you know who is going to be there cheering for the other side, it is easy to figure out.  (Actually, there are some groups that you know who will always be there cheering, regardless what everyone else is there about…  For me, Westboro Baptist “Church”, those against women’s rights to choose, and the anti-tax crowd all come to mind in this category.) 

Westboro Baptist "Church" at a protest at Arlington National Cemetery
 on Veteran's Day, November 2012
So, when we headed down to the mall this past weekend for the “Families Belong Together” rally, I tried to figure out who would be there counter protesting, who would be “rooting for the other team”.  I didn’t think anyone would be brazen enough to hold up a “SEPERATING 2 YEAR OLDS FROM THEIR MOTHERS IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO” sign, but I did expect some participation from the “Build The Wall” and “Immigrants Suck” crowd.  And I figured the “You Can’t Support Immigrant Children and Believe in Abortion at the Same Time” signs would be represented.

RBG at the recent Immigration Rally
What I hadn’t counted on was the hatred.  Not hatred directed at “my team”, but by “my team”, towards an anti-abortion protester.  There was a small group of anti-abortion activists led by a man with a bullhorn standing in the street in front of the White House (where, if you are not familiar with the area, there are usually protesters of one belief or another).  The rally for Immigration gathering was Layfayette Park, right next to the White House.  This meant that those of us on the edge of the park could hear the anti-abortion shouting. 

Let me be clear, I am 100, no 1000% supportive of women making decisions about their health and reproduction.  If (heaven forbid) Roe vs. Wade is overturned, I will be on the Supreme Court steps crying (with yet another hand lettered sign I am sure).  But I also believe that those protesters who have the opposite opinion have just as much right to stand in the hot sun and express it as I do. 

At the Dulles Airport protest against the Muslim Ban
There are always a lot of law enforcement officers around the White House – seemingly more so now than ever.  The White House and the streets around it feel more guarded and restricted than ever.  So, when we saw the police officers taking away a protester we thought it was business as usual and that the man must have done something over the top and deserve to be “thrown out” of the party.  But when we saw the same man, with the same bullhorn shouting the same anti-choice messages half an hour later, we realized he was meandering through the crowd shouting (what I perceive as hatred) and being GUARDED by law enforcement.  He appeared to need protection.  Protection from people on “my side”. 

This was startling to me.  Maybe I am naïve, but to see people who claim to be progressive and to be fighting for a better, more just country YELLING very close to the face of a counter protester, getting in his space, and appearing very physically threatening, well, that scares me.  WHAT they were yelling was also bone chilling to me.  As they leaned in close enough that they could have touched him, people on “my team” shouted, “SHAME!!  SHAME!  SHAME!!!” over and over and over…  “Shame”. 

Shame?  It felt horrible.  It felt like a chapter out of “Lord of the Flies”, that if those police officers were not surrounding the man with the bullhorn as he snaked in and out of red faced people shouting, “Shame” at him, they might have beaten him to a bloody pulp.  And the choice of word – shame – seemed so inappropriate.  Wasn’t SHAME exactly what that man and his cohorts try to throw on women who exercise their right to choose what happens to their bodies?

The whole scene felt scary, like it was moving in slow motion, and was the opposite of what I was at the rally for.

Little boy at a rally
Our country is not what I want right now.  I feel as if we have taken major steps backward since this president was elected.  But we still have the protection of the first amendment – the right to free speech and the right to protest.  I consider that a necessity.  And the right applies to each and every one of us, even those whose views we disagree with. 
Us, near Arlington National Cemetery,
after the Veteran's Day protest by Westboro Baptist "Church" 
I will see you at the next protest.  I will be the one with the well thought out but not professionally executed sign.  And I will look you in the eye and smile at you, even if I disagree with you.  Because, at the end of the day, we are all humans.  We are all exercising our rights.  And we are both, in our own way, trying to make this a better country. 

And, in case you had any doubt which side we fall on,
here we are at the Supreme Court for the Hobby Lobby case...



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