Today was wet.
Today was cold.
But today reminded me why journalism matters.
We covered our first protest today, the We Shall Not be Moved March organized by National Action Network, NAN.
There were men, women and children—black, white, Latino and more, coming together to work toward justice.
It was wet, it was cold.
But they would not be Trumped, they said.
They will not be moved, they said.
Seeing their passion for bettering the future, their passion for the work that President Barack Obama has achieved in the last eight years and their passion for honoring the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr. struck me as one of the most powerful moments I’ve ever witnessed.
Even though they lost an election, they aren’t giving up. They’re not accepting that ‘L’ and passively waiting until their next chance to put a president in office.
Rather, they’re taking it into their own hands to make the difference they want to make, to fight for equal rights for black people, poor people and women.
And I got to witness that passion on a first hand level.
I got to witness Trayvon Martin’s mother and Walter Scott’s brother speak about their experiences and their hopes for the future.
I got to hear Gwen Carr, the mother of Eric Garner, another slain black man, speak about fighting for civil rights.
I got to hear Rev. Al Sharpton, a civil rights activist, talk show host and White House adviser talk about the future of civil rights under president-elect Donald Trump’s reign.
Journalism gives you the key to go where not many others get to go, to hear what very few hear and ask anyone, anything.
But what struck me today wasn’t just hearing the speaker, it was seeing the audience. The weather was miserable and got worse by the minute. But much like the title of the march, they were not moved.
The men and women in attendance held their signs high, and their heads higher—which is what they plan to do for the next four years.
Regardless of the rain.
Regardless of the president.