Why did I start protesting every day? Simple: My kids are immigrants. I can’t imagine the pain of having them stolen from my arms. I can’t imagine their terror if they were locked in cages. I can’t imagine not seeing them for months. Them not knowing if I were alive. I can’t imagine.
I don’t care what your politics are. We should all be able to agree that kidnapping children and keeping them from their families is wrong.
So that’s why I started protesting every day. Because I was tired of watching the news or looking at my Twitter feed and crying. Tired of waiting for someone else to tell me when to march, and where. I needed to do something - anything - to capture that hope and connection and sense of purpose I felt when I protested with a group.
I knew I wanted to protest every day, so the location had to be easy - in my own neighborhood. I have to tell you, I was nervous the first day. I had no idea who would show up, if anyone. (As an introvert, I also was feeling anxious if too big a crowd came.)
The first few days, only a few people joined me and my family. As I write this, tonight is our 55th protest, and an average of 20 people hold signs with me. It’s the best hour of my day. I don’t know what you’ll feel on your corner, but I know what I feel: Hope. Joy. Connection.
I invite you to join a protest near you. And if there isn’t one, to start your own. I’d love to hear about it. You can follow me on Twitter @brycetache or Instagram brycetache.
Together, we can end the abuses of the Trump Administration and the Republican Party. But it’s going to take all of us. Every day. Everywhere.