Little Streams Make Big Rivers
250 words on why I went to a protest march
I hesitated to respond to this challenge as I don’t wish to congratulate myself on doing what felt like so little for a cause that is so vast. But, then I thought about the proverb “little streams make big rivers”. Each drop counts!
When I made the decision to go and bring my daughter, I did consider her safety, and whether it was sane to bring a five-year-old into the predicted masses. I decided that with the right precautions it was.
I see it as my responsibility—as someone who strives to be an ally, and a fellow human in this world, to show up—because if each little drop decides to let fear keep us from demonstrating our convictions there’ll be no river. And we all need to come together to form a mighty one!
As my daughter has reached an age where we can start discussing race and inequality more in-depth (yet, still at a level she understands) it’s vital that I do not simply speak, but act accordingly.
Of course, for some, due to location and health factors, attending protests aren’t an option, but for me, an able woman in a city that has a long history of peaceful protests, I believe it to be my duty to direct my stream towards the causes that important to me.
While I continue to examine how I can use myself and my voice to do more, I’m committed to raising a child as part of a new generation where hate and bigotry is a thing of the past.

