Baby’s first protest

I went to my first protest tonight.

Yeah. I was a coward and didn’t go to the #BlackLivesMatter rallies in Omaha. I wasn’t sure I’d be wanted, wasn’t sure I had anything to offer, wasn’t sure, wasn’t sure, wasn’t sure…

I told my older brother tonight that I think I’ve realized there’s no perfect way to protest. Someone’s going to have a problem with how you speak up, even if they believe what you believe and stand for what you stand for.

You know what was so cool? There were all these little kids everywhere, from babies to kindergartners to teenagers. And I thought, shit, I am so glad they’re learning this stuff now instead of when they’re 30.

So, here’s the deal, Chris. In 2017, if I believe in the root of the protest and I am able to attend, I’m gonna.

I’m proud I was part of the Women’s March tonight. Not the big one in D.C., but still a big fucking deal for Omaha. Early estimates are putting us at 12,000-14,000 attendees. That’s huge for a city this size. And I’m proud to be part of what’s probably the largest one-day public protest in US history.

Yes, this was a first for me.
And I’m a little late to the ballgame.
And I’m not saying I’m ready to run for office.
But I can write and I can show up.
Bring it, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020.