I rose with the sun, today. This week it is not the still of the forest that greets me, but the stillness of the Green at an early hour. The weather feels as if it is nature’s cool sigh of relief – fall has finally arrived. Today I am breaking the rules. I am going to write to you about the People’s Climate March.
Yesterday, I arrived in New York City at 11 am, and the air was buzzing with excitement. On every corner, sign-toting pedestrians were making their way to Central Park West, eager to begin the long trek to 11th and 38th. Enthralled by the history about to be made, my feet hit the 86th street pavement with an indescribable determination. I was ready. In what was described by my friends as “typical Kira fashion,” the sign that I’d made on the bus said, simply, “No.” And so, we began our walk.
We joined the march on 85th street, ducking into the masses who had not yet begun to walk. Shortly after, I ran thirteen blocks towards the front, where I was reunited with friends from Michigan, Ohio, and Maine, who had travelled for hours to be a part of this massive, historical movement. Shortly after, the march began.
As we walked, I noticed something truly incredible: babies. Babies everywhere. Children, anywhere from a few months to ten years old, were marching, holding signs, making noise. Many of these children had a fierceness in their eyes that I have never seen before – these children know. There was a girl standing on a police barrier, held steady by her father, with a kind of determination I’ve never seen in someone so young. The sign she held took my breath away.
LOOK MOM
NO FUTURE
She couldn’t have been more than ten years old and, while I am sure that her parents are the ones responsible for the incredibly compelling statement on that poster, this child knew what she was doing.
This is the future of our country, this is the future of our world. These are some seriously pissed off children who walked two long, crowded miles, to demand a sustainable future. This was 400,000 children, sisters, brothers, husbands, wives, mothers and inhabitants of the planet Earth, demanding change. Moreover, these people came in peace. When you reflect on the People’s Climate March, the pictures you see and the articles you read will not convey to you a fight that broke out, police brutality, or even arguments amongst the crowd. What you will see is the streets of Manhattan, brimming with brightly-colored, banner-carrying human beings who want nothing more than for their children to grow up feeling safe.
I have seen a monarch butterfly. I have seen a bald eagle. Both of these things were in the wild. I am only eighteen years old, and I am worried about the children I will have in the future. I am worried about children now. We are on the precipice of a massive ecological disaster. This year is a turning point. 400,000 people took to the streets of New York to do everything in their power to ensure that something, anything, is changed. Because something needs to change, and the “someone else will do it” mentality just won’t cut it anymore.