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The Force was with Us

By Patricia Kuusisto The sky was clear cloudless blue, The silver gray steel high and mighty And the throngs of pink hats attached to white, red, black brown placards and faces held by the generations Paid homage to Moth...

I Marched with My Son

By Lindsay Jankun-Harsch Yesterday my six-year-old son and I marched in a sister march in Poughkeepsie, NY. We marched because I want my son to know that when someone does or says something wrong, you call them on it, no...

Memories for a Lifetime

By Jill Knox Yesterday I marched with other a group of family members (and a friend), including my aunt who was there with her daughter and granddaughter. There have been three times in my life when walking filled me wit...

Proud to have Marched

By Angela Richardson I attended the Women’s March in Boston. I went to stand up against the hatred, bigotry, racism that I feel Trump represents. I was in tears as I neared the Commons, the sense of relief and comm...

When Women March

By Meghan Gleason They should be afraid of us, When we take to the streets We make history… From our kitchens and dens We walked With babies at our sides And our men behind us We took to the streets …

Two Poems

never in my life By Adrian Arancibia this evening reaches out like an empty hand though mine are full beer scraping sighs winding down this evening like so many evenings before it writes a story, a poem little anecdotes,...

My Mother and Barack Obama: Columbia Alums

By Thema Sibeko My mother took her undergraduate studies in Political Science at Columbia University … graduating in 1983 with Barack Obama. Age 40 at the time, she often remarked that she was the oldest student in her c...

The Legacy of Barack Obama: Self-Perception Matters

By Bummi Niyonu Anderson  Even as a child of the post-Civil Rights Movement and coming from parents who worked in the Movement, I still did not believe. I recall that November night in 2008 when Barack Obama won the pres...