Why I March

Why I March

"This is not a moment, it's the movement."

This Sunday, January 21st, marks the anniversary of one of the most special things I have ever been a part of. Last year's Women's March instilled hope in me after the devastating loss of the 2016 election. With the anniversary march approaching on Saturday, I decided to talk about why I march, and will continue to march, for people everywhere.

I march for my foremothers, whose own marches paved the way for my activism today.

Yes, we still have a long way to go in facing injustice simply for being female. However, without the Suffragettes, we would not have the right to voice our opinions in the effective way that we do today. It's not just limited to the Suffragettes, though. People like Geraldine Ferraro, Shirley Chisholm, and yes, even Hillary Clinton, have since opened up an even wider path for women in politics. I think it is part of my own destiny to follow in their footsteps but also pave my own path.

I march because I am a pre existing condition.

My whole livelihood is affected by my endometriosis. On top of that, I don't hear in one ear, so I am basically a Republican's worst nightmare. Multiple government officials have threatened to take away healthcare coverage from people like me. I won't apologize for having these conditions. Until Republicans like Paul Ryan walk in my shoes, though, I would suggest that they shut up.

I march for the women who cannot have their voices heard.

I have taken a stand in the past year when talking about my sexual assault and mental health struggles. Some women, though, have found it increasingly difficult to do so in the wake of the Trump administration. I march for the women who search for their voice amongst the deafening silence that comes with pressures of society.

I march as a survivor of sexual assault.

"Victim" is a word that is so often thrown around in mainstream media. My identity, however, is not that of a victim, but of a survivor. Accepting that my innocence was robbed from me was hard, but now I feel it is my duty to march for those who do not have a voice. In a sense, the march last year gave me exactly what I needed to find the small voice from within. I listened to my inner activist, and she bloomed from the seeds that had been planted a long while back.

I march to pave the way for my own destiny.

I think that I have some pretty incredible role models to follow. However, it's all about making my own impact on the world. The Women's March has given me my voice, and it's something that only hate can truly drive out. I like to think that the most powerful force that humans have is love. By participating in the Women's March, I am surrounded by love and people who empower me. The saying goes that "empowered women empower women." In the case of the Women's March, there are not just one or two women ready to do that, but a whole movement ready to see its members succeed.

To be just one part of the wonderful phenomenon known as the Women's March, click here to see your local anniversary march.

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This Is How Your Same-Sex Marriage Affects Me As A Catholic Woman

I hear you over there, Bible Bob.

It won't.

Wait, what?

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I promise you did read that right. Not what you were expecting me to say, right? Who another person decides to marry will never in any way affect my own marriage whatsoever. (Unless they try to marry the person that I want to, then we might have a few problems.)

As a kid, I was raised, baptized, and confirmed into an old school Irish Catholic church in the middle of a small, midwestern town. Not exactly a place that most people would consider to be very liberal or open minded. Despite this I was taught to love and accept others as a child, to not cast judgment because the only person fit to judge was God. I learned this from my Grandpa, a man whose love of others was only rivaled by his love of sweets and spoiling his grandkids.

While I learned this at an early age, not everyone else in my hometown — or even within my own church — seemed to get the memo. When same-sex marriage was finally legalized country-wide, I cried tears of joy for some of my closest friends who happen to be members of the LGBTQ community. I was happy while others I knew were disgusted and even enraged.

"That's not what it says in the bible! Marriage is between a man and a woman!"

"God made Adam and Eve for a reason! Man shall not lie with another man as he would a woman!"

"Homosexuality is a sin! It's bad enough that they're all going to hell, now we're letting them marry?"

Alright, Bible Bob, we get it, you don't agree with same-sex relationships. Honestly, that's not the issue. One of our civil liberties as United States citizens is the freedom of religion. If you believe your religion doesn't support homosexuality that's OK. What isn't OK is thinking that your religious beliefs should dictate others lives. What isn't OK is using your religion or your beliefs to take away rights from those who chose to live their life differently than you.

Some members of my church are still convinced that their marriage now means less because people are free to marry whoever they want to. Honestly, I wish I was kidding. Tell me again, Brenda how exactly do Steve and Jason's marriage affect yours and Tom's?

It doesn't. Really, it doesn't affect you at all. Unless Tom suddenly starts having an affair with Steve their marriage has zero effect on you. You never know Brenda, you and Jason might become best friends by the end of the divorce. (And in that case, Brenda and Tom both need to go to church considering the bible also teaches against adultery and divorce.)

I'll say it one more time for the people in the back; same-sex marriage does not affect you even if you or your religion does not support it. If you don't agree with same sex marriage then do not marry someone of the same sex. Really, it's a simple concept.

It amazes me that I still actually have to discuss this with some people in 2017. And it amazes me that people use God as a reason to hinder the lives of others. As a proud young Catholic woman, I wholeheartedly support the LGBTQ community with my entire being. My God taught me to not hold hate so close to my heart. He told me not to judge and to accept others with open arms. My God taught me to love and I hope yours teaches you the same.

Disclaimer - This article in no way is meant to be an insult to the bible or religion or the LGBTQ community.

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What Happened To My Country That I Love? The Radical Left Happened

They have made the young conservatives angry, and oh boy, will they regret that.

What happened to the America I loved? What happened to the country that fought for liberties, not against them? What happened to my country? What happened?

I was terrified to enter the political world when I first began developing my own thoughts and opinions on many social and economic issues. I started to see this new side of the world that was boiling beneath the surface, ready to explode. I was unsure what to do with the information handed to me. But none-the-less, I fell in love with politics.

I found myself on the conservative side of the political spectrum. For anyone who knows me, this is not too much of a surprise. I was already incredibly pro-life and was one of the most outspoken people against the government being involved in my life. With a very conservative household, people tend to point at me and say that I have known no different. And maybe I haven’t.

What I have noticed in my time being incredibly active in politics is the increasing amount of worry and fear that has been radiating off the Right. They are afraid that they were the last generation of conservatives. They fear that free markets and our basic human rights are soon to head out the door.

But I am here to tell them, they are not the last wave of conservatism.

As I walked into the Midwest Regional Conference hosted by Turning Point USA (TPUSA) a couple weekends ago, I saw all I needed to see. One thousand college-aged conservatives, mingling around the room proud in their country and displaying their “Socialism Sucks” shirts.

One thousand does not sound like a lot, but each came from their college chapter representing another three or four students. Then, on top of that there are all the students on college campuses to afraid to say anything, and then there are those who simply are out of college or couldn’t come. This was only for the Midwest as well. There are numerous amounts of conferences hosted by TPUSA around the United States every year.

This was just one.

There is a new wave of conservatism that is coming, and I promise that we will not let our parents and grandparents down. We have already begun to speak out against the radical Left, that has left behind what our country was founded on.

We have grown tired of the ways of conservatives have always sat back and never spoken too loud. They have fought back in votes, petitions, and talk shows. This new wave is strong, and know that in order to fight back we have to be just as loud. It has begun already with organizations like Campus Reform, Lone Conservative, and Turning Point USA. All rooted in capitalism, free markets, and our civil liberties and rights.

We are here to fight for America, and to keep our lives and generations to come safe. We will not let the Left take away our defense, our speech, and the rest of what makes America, America. Because if we do, where else will we go?

What happened to the America I loved? It is still here and is here to stay.

What happened to the country that fought for liberties, not against them? It is still here and is here to stay.

What happened to my country? The radical Left happened.

What happened? They have made the young conservatives angry, and oh boy, will they regret that.

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