Why I Marched

Ann Boyd

The first time I fought for women's rights I was in fourth grade. Long story short, there was a situation involving some coveted playground swings and a group of boys who wouldn't allow girls to use them. I took the matter firmly in hand and held court on that playground. And we ladies got our chance to swing on those swings.

The thrill of seeking justice was exhilarating. I made up my mind to become a lawyer and began my education at once by sitting down in our local library, copying out the Bill of Rights, and memorizing it.

I would have loved the idea that my forty-one-year-old self would march in the Women's March on Chicago in 2017.

Since those days on the playground, I've learned the landscape of feminism isn't as clearly marked as it seemed when the question was, "Are girls allowed to swing on the swings?" Growing up in the eighties and nineties, I was a beneficiary of the feminists who had gone ahead — which meant, actually, that I had to fight hardly at all. I never questioned the propriety of wearing trousers, or driving a car, or working after marriage. I was never undervalued or pinched, in the way one was in 1950s Mad Men offices. As a young twentysomething, I read Gloria Steinem and loved the way she went undercover as a Playboy Bunny, but my own brand of feminism included wearing long flowy skirts, lots of pink, and talking about girl power. Although I saw women in leadership all around me, my own professional goals were so modest that I never even caught a glimpse of a glass ceiling.

Growing in faith as a Christian brought new complexities as I waded through the widely varying opinions about what a godly woman looks like. To this day I keep my mouth shut about politics for some time whenever I find myself in a new group of Christian women. Because, you know — you never know. When my husband Jon and I decided to homeschool our two daughters, I learned that attending homeschooling support groups brought its own minefields. I wove my way through theologically complicated territory at those meetings, gleaning wisdom about education, parenting, and sacrificial faith from women with whom I often shared very little in terms of politics. I sometimes use my baking and knitting hobbies to help me fit in with certain crowds, while in other situations I play up the fact that I'm a working mother in an egalitarian marriage. It can be tricky to find "my people" sometimes.

But raising daughters has done something to me. Every day I consider what kind of model I am for them, what they are learning about womanhood, and how I can help my eight- and ten-year-old girls find God's path for them in the world. As they watch me cooking dinner and folding laundry in our house, I think they know these are tasks I have chosen freely and with joy, not merely out of social convention, and I hope they take it for granted when Jon does the dishes or cleans up after cats. They watch him treat me with respect, but we sometimes have to admit the sad truth that many men don’t treat women well (and women don’t always even know it), so we teach our girls to expect to be treated with full human dignity and to speak up loudly if that isn't happening. As we read accounts of Jesus and his interactions with women in Scripture, we explain the way women were usually treated in the Roman empire and the ancient Near East and how revolutionary Jesus was in the way he viewed women — and how much he loves our own daughters and their strong femininity.

Despite all this, joining in the Women's March on Chicago still felt like a stretch for me, but I came to think it would be a worthwhile one. I had never been to a protest march before, and I didn’t know what to expect. I checked out the mission statement of the march beforehand, to make sure I could join with integrity. I woke up in the middle of the night worrying about Boston Marathon–style bombs, pondering what kinds of safety procedures might be in place among those thousands of women. I googled "how to make a protest sign" and learned that foam core is easier to manage than cardboard. I would have been much more comfortable staying home, stirring a pot of soup, and baking some cookies.

But lately I've been sensing God's invitation to show our daughters what it looks like to stand up and say, "It's not okay to treat women shamefully." We can take this value for granted in our happy home, but lately it appears to be at risk in the world around us. It needs to be said — out loud. And so I marched to demonstrate to our daughters what it looks like to speak out on behalf of women. I marched to show them an example of a Christian woman who expects a certain standard of behavior from her leaders. I marched to be part of a reminder to the world that women (and men) are to be treated with dignity. I marched to show that personal maturity, respect for others, and kindness are qualities worth celebrating.

My friend Linda and I decided to attend the march together. Our girls helped make signs while we all wore our "cat hats," then cheered us on from the backyard trampoline as the mamas headed out the gate. Linda and I made our way into glorious sunshine in the beautiful city of Chicago, shoulder-to-shoulder with a friendly, cheerful, upbeat crowd of women and men who, although very different from one another, all agreed that we should treat women well. As we marched, we chanted:

This is what democracy looks like.

This is what a feminist looks like.

And I knew that my fourth-grade self would be proud.

Ann has worked for InterVarsity Christian Fellowship since 1997, exploring her interests and gifts in music, teaching, and spiritual formation. She received her bachelor’s in music education from Northwestern University in 1997 and keeps on singing, even if it is just for joy at home. Ann spends free moments working on knitting projects, making homemade ice cream, and going on tandem-bike dates with her husband, Jon. Together, they homeschool their two daughters and write up as much as they can at their blogAnn is the managing editor of The Well.

10 comments

It's been almost a month since the march but it was one of the most rewarding experiences God's given me since the new year began. Eight of us women from ages ten to 60+ made our way to DC, not sure what to expect, but sure that God was leading us. What we discovered is we are better together and we need to guard one another's dignity. For we are all made in the divine image. Ann, we echo your convictions, that as Christians we need to stand up for our sisters and our daughters.

Feel free to check out our blog about the march at womenofwonder.us

Rev. Grace May,
Executive Director of Women of Wonder, Inc. (WOW!)

Feb 15, 2017 8:23PM by Grace May

I love hearing about your multi-generational trip to the march and about the excellent work you are doing with Women of Wonder. Bless you on the journey!

Feb 20, 2017 2:45PM by ann.boyd AD-2014

Thank you for this thoughtful piece about your decision to join the Women's March, Ann. I joined the Women's March in RI--and my daughters marched also in Boston. I resonate with your words:

"lately I've been sensing God's invitation to show our daughters what it looks like to stand up and say, "It's not okay to treat women shamefully." We can take this value for granted in our happy home, but lately it appears to be at risk in the world around us. It needs to be said — out loud."

I've been realizing that I've been sometimes too quiet and too slow to speak up for what's good and right. It's time to speak up.

Feb 13, 2017 9:34PM by Kathy Cooper

Yes, Kathy! Speaking out often doesn't feel easy or natural, but the strength of our convictions will give us courage. Bless you!

Feb 20, 2017 2:42PM by ann.boyd AD-2014

As a homeschool mom and wife, who knits, loves Jesus but is not always comfortable with other church ladies, carry on my kindred spirit! It is about respect and treating all humans as God's masterpieces. You were created for this time and this place to pour the good you see to do into the world, may God give you courage and strength to continue.

Feb 13, 2017 8:43PM by Michelle Floyd Bickers

Thank you, Michelle! This warms my heart. Maybe we'll meet in person someday, kindred spirit! Until then, keep up the good fight!

Feb 20, 2017 2:39PM by ann.boyd AD-2014

Ann, you will never regret that you brought your daughters to the Women's March! My daughter started joining marches with her Dad and me when she was 12 -- and has since been an advocate for justice issues through global philanthropy. May our individual and collective choices energize and bless us for the long road ahead. Priscilla L. Kelso

Feb 13, 2017 12:48PM by Prof. Priscilla Lasmarias Kelso

Thank you, Priscilla!

Feb 13, 2017 4:16PM by ann.boyd AD-2014

Thank you so much for this reflection! May the younger generations be full of proud, confident, feminist girls (and boys!) like the ones you're raising.

Feb 13, 2017 10:32AM by Geneva

Thank you! May it be so!

Feb 20, 2017 2:45PM by ann.boyd AD-2014

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