“Dude, moral Monday tomorrow. Civil disobedience training starts at 3. Actual protest starts at 5. You in?”
Got that text from my friend at 12.56 am today.
If you’re wondering what moral monday is, let me tell you some about it:
Moral Monday began this summer in North Carolina as a group protesting on the Halifax Mall in downtown Raleigh. Peaceful, non-violent protesters standing up for womens rights, education, health care and voting rights among many others. If you would like to learn more about it, check it out: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/moral-mondays And in the meantime, I’m about to tell you about my own experience.
Not one step back,
So anyways, my friend and I decided we should go check it out. We decided we probably shouldn’t get arrested (and by decided, our mothers both told us we could only go if we promised to avoid getting arrested), and we set out for downtown Raleigh. We didn’t know what to put on a sign if we made one, so unfortunately we came unequipped. As we trekked the concrete sidewalks, we could hear the voices of the protesters blaring through megaphones at the Mall. We made our way up to the grass, and tried to get as close as we could to the speakers. We WOO’d and cheered and clapped and checked out the posters – making mental lists in our head of ideas for next monday (we decided we would become weekly participants).
Tell me what you want, what you really really want!
Tell me what you need, what you really really need!
Then we heard an announcement, those wearing the blue bands, planning to get arrested, were to gather and the rest of us would make a pathway for them to enter the legislature building. Unfortunately, my friend and I didn’t get to go to the civil disobedience training, and weren’t going with them, but she told me that her hairdresser’s father was in the group. Since he was retired, he had nothing to lose! (We also decided when we retire we’re gonna protest all the time, obviously! But this is one of the reason so many people getting arrested are older. They don’t have to worry about marking the “have you ever been arrested” box on job applications anymore!) She also told me he apparently liked to make buttons for everyone who was gonna be on the bus, and he even had is own button machine!
Show me what hypocracy looks like!
That is what hypocracy looks like!
Show me what democracy looks like!
This is what democracy looks like!
After those getting arrested left, we stayed to listen to more speaches, subscribed to the NAACP text messages and sang together. When they directed us to the street to support the protestors getting arrested, we followed, and discovered a drumming group and lots of chanting going on! (We’re pretty sure we won’t be able to talk tomorrow).
There ain’t no power like the power ‘the people,
cuz the power ‘the people don’t stop!
We admired all the posters, took pictures and eventually departed to find water (it was hot and humid, and we were getting dehydrated). We recapped our moral monday adventure in a diner near where I parked.
Democracy has come to town!
Unfortunately, I don’t have a majorly inspirational story to tell you about what I, personally, am fighting for, but I hope to give you one some day soon. I went to moral monday to experience to revolution, to fight for my rights as a woman and support those who have the moral high ground.
Rain or shine
Got justice on my mind
I plan on continuing to attend moral monday. Hey, maybe I’ll even get arrested! Some things are just worth it. And the more I attend, the more I will learn, and the more I will fight for my own morals and rights!
What do we want?
When do we want it?