- Tue, Nov 30, 2004 /
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Activist Mummy Meagan
As I sit here eating my cold yet very yummy Thai coconut rice, I am replaying images in my mind of what I have just done and witnessed. I took my own baby steps into being a responsible parent and standing up for my personal convictions. A step that I would hope to teach Lil'' Ducky to do with pride and confidence.
US President George Bush in town today for his first official visit to Canada. As a queer, feminist, peace loving, anti-war/military woman, I felt compelled to do something. I disagree with every stance Bush has ever taken and his unilateral bullying of the world to be with him or against him. I decided I simply couldn''t sit on the couch and yell at the mass media reports of the atrocities of his regime; I would want my child to know what democracy is all about and how one can have a peaceful voice amongst a crowd. I wanted my child to know that I was passionate enough about something I thought was so wrong that I did something about it. So I went to my first protest. I went with my friend Jayda who was a little more of a seasoned protester than I thought. We made signs, brought water in case of tear gas, wrote the number for legal aid on our arms in marker, and carried the bare minimum of ID. I was excited walking the streets of Ottawa heading to the rally knowing that I was doing something that I was proud of and that I would hope my child would be proud of too. We cheered, booed, yelled and chanted with the crowd as we marched through downtown and brought the city to a halt in it''s core. I''ll never forget looking into government office windows and seeing workers wave and flash the peace sign at us. I''ll never forget the echo of "More trees, Less Bush" vibrating off the city buildings. I''ll never forget the feeling of experiencing true democracy and freedom as I protested what I believed is wrong, while thousands of others in Iraq are currently being occupied and can not speak out. I''ll never forget being struck at how truely Canadian to be marching along with thousands of others and hearing "excuse me" and "Sorry" when someone stepped on my heel. And I''ll never forget the sight of people younger than me dressed head to toe in black, wearing goggles and gas masks as the RCMP stood on parkade rooftops and city sidewalks filming us.
Thousands descended upon Parliment with the smell of weed in the air and purpose buzzing from person to person. I''ll admit that with so many people in the Hill, confusion set in as to "what now?", but the chanting made up for it. Listening to the speakers and looking around me at the different organizations that had come together to "Say NO! to Bush" had to have been one of the most empowering momments I''ve ever had.