The weekends Womens Marches were historic events that showed the world the depth and passion of the anti-Trump movement. But we have to keep it going
On Saturday night, for Donald Trumps inauguration ball, police turned an entire grid square of Washington DC into a maze of fences, checkpoints and deserted roads, just to protect the partygoers. But even the cleverest maze has to have an entrance and it took just a couple of hundred peaceful but courageous protesters to block it. As a result, thousands of rich people had to thread their way across a square mile of wire and concrete in their tuxedos and taffeta.
I know it annoyed them because I walked with them. In the absolute silence, I could hear they were angry and afraid. They looked, collectively, like a George Grosz painting of the Weimar elite come to life.
And then, to annoy them some more, one out of every 100 people in America marched to reject Trumps project in its entirety. In the US, nearly 3.5 million people marched, the majority of them women, a huge proportion of them wearing pink, woolly pussy hats (There were marches against Trump in 20 countries around the world).
When a million people choke the transport system of a city, exchanging sudden and ephemeral chants, jokes and slogans with people theyll never meet again, it is the collective memory they establish that truly records the event. For people who were not there, the media records such events according to an established formula: a soundbite from Madonna, a wide shot of the crowd, a vox pop with somebodys grandma and finally a sceptic saying its all a waste of time. But events such as this alter peoples lives. They thrust big and complicated political questions into lives of routinely depoliticised people.