By Nichole Acosta
As I watched my wife, an immigrant, march alongside me chanting, “Show me what democracy looks like!” Strangers echoed back, “This is what democracy looks like!” I fell in love with her all over again. This is what my wife looks like: a warrior fighting to stay in a country that is supposed to be the land of the free and the home of the brave. But in the first few days of his presidency, Mr. Trump has been dismantling our freedoms and we have been forced to be braver than we ever have been before.
So much of me wonders, is the road to citizenship worth it, once everything America stands for is no more? The other part of me keeps fighting because I was born and raised here. I had hoped my children could grow up here as well but will America be safe enough to raise multicultural children with two moms? With Pence’s antigay agenda, will it even be legal for us to remain married and start a family? Will Trump kick my wife out along with millions of others with immigration proceedings in progress before we can build a family? I don’t have all the answers…so I keep marching until I do…but I’m a diabetic and my feet are tired. My employer offers health insurance for these tired feet; millions of others aren’t so lucky.
So, what do we do now, after the march? We keep standing up for one another. We make love be the trend, instead of hate. Show compassion for others as often as possible and teach our kids to do the same. Together we will get through this.