Yesterday’s Women’s March in LA was everything I had hoped it would be and more. The energy of the crowd was positive, uplifting and empowering. When I got home and saw the news coverage from all the world, I felt beyond honored to be part of this movement.
Why did I march? Because it doesn’t matter that I went to a private school, that I worked at museums and that I was born in the states. I’ve been to parts of this country that do not care about my work or contributions. I’m just brown. I grew up in a community where I was called spic and immigrant regularly. I know what it’s like to be that kid, that woman, that person who is judged by the way they look. I marched for every person who has ever been discriminated against, hurt and brutally targeted because they were born with more melanin.