Phrases like “cabbage stir fry” and “salt and pepper tofu” light my fire, and I’m not afraid to admit it. So does the fierce and hopeful display of democracy that so many of us took part in on Saturday. Read about it all or skip to the recipe.
Saturday I marched.
I marched alongside more than 6,000 people in Asbury Park, N.J. Among friends, neighbors and colleagues. Women, children, men, everyone. For those few hours and the ensuing ones, scrolling through photos and videos and aerial footage of more than three million people across the country (and I don’t know how many more worldwide), it really felt like everyone.
Because technology is amazing, I shared bits of my experience online as it occurred, and I was able to follow along with bits of friends’ and strangers’ experiences in New York, Washington D.C., Warsaw, London, Russia, Singapore, Mozambique, and many more.
Here’s what I heard people expressing in Asbury Park and elsewhere:
Love and respect for each other and for our country.
Eagerness to speak out and real willingness to work to protect each other.
Hope. Determination. Possibility.
Insistence on forward motion.
So much brainpower, and some epic wordplay that made me proud to be human.
Here’s what I did NOT hear people expressing:
Hate. Vitriol. Bitterness. Whininess. Temper tantrums. Disrespect for other regular Americans with different points of view.
There just wasn’t any of it. I looked for it, actually. I made an attempt to test the hypotheses (presented, though they were, as facts) made by a handful people I’ve interacted with in the past few days — none of whom attended a march — who felt that’s what would occur or had occurred.
I couldn’t find it.
Right now I’m using this space that I’ve built and tended for more than eight years to let you know about my own experience in my own words. These are the kinds of accounts that I’ll be seeking out — and trying to really listen to, quietly and with full attention — from as wide a variety of people as possible in the days and years to come. (more…)