This past Saturday we joined our fellow Angelenos and convened on Downtown Los Angeles for the Women's March. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I was going to attend this march. Leading up to Saturday many friends had been making plans to march. There was even sign making station at a potluck party that we go to every January. These conversations were happening around me and yet I did not know if I would go.
What changed for me was the inauguration. I had been so wrapped up in figuring out how to the latest episode of This Filipino American Life (Episode 8: Did you eat yet?) that I was able to ignore all the news. But then the memes began to flood my feed and it became unavoidable. Cheeto Prezidon't Voldemort ignored his wife, said an oath, and began an attempt at governance.
I have been operating with a low key sense of dread. It's an awful feeling that I am constantly combatting and am being vigilant to give myself space for self care before I fall into a manic state of depression. This is not me being overly dramatic. As I have written in the past about my battles with depression.
Being at the Women's March lifted my spirits. There were times where folks made it known that this was their first march where I wondered "where were you before?" This city has had numerous marches for immigration, black lives matter, and Filipino American Veterans. I will remain hopeful that folks who attended these marches take next steps to do work.
What changed for me was the inauguration. I had been so wrapped up in figuring out how to the latest episode of This Filipino American Life (Episode 8: Did you eat yet?) that I was able to ignore all the news. But then the memes began to flood my feed and it became unavoidable. Cheeto Prezidon't Voldemort ignored his wife, said an oath, and began an attempt at governance.
I have been operating with a low key sense of dread. It's an awful feeling that I am constantly combatting and am being vigilant to give myself space for self care before I fall into a manic state of depression. This is not me being overly dramatic. As I have written in the past about my battles with depression.
Being at the Women's March lifted my spirits. There were times where folks made it known that this was their first march where I wondered "where were you before?" This city has had numerous marches for immigration, black lives matter, and Filipino American Veterans. I will remain hopeful that folks who attended these marches take next steps to do work.
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The artist who organized this choir at the Washington DC march is MILCK. Also known as Connie Kimberly Lim, an artist that has played at Tuesday Night Cafe a number of times. Whenever she would grace the stage her songs would make me tear up. Her song "Quiet" is now the soundtrack to Women's Marches across the globe. When this video first made the rounds it gave me chills. Then I slowly realized that the woman leading the choir looked familiar and through a cursory search of Facebook posts it confirmed that it in fact is Connie.
You can buy the EP this song is on through bandcamp. I highly encourage you to pick up this EP! MILCK QUIET |
There is work to be done. There will always be work to be done. Valerie Kaur gave an amazing speech that puts into words the hope I am trying to carry with me.
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