In preparation for the day my best friend, Maddie, and I had planned for weeks, I dyed Maddie’s hair neon pink and bought a shirt that had ‘feminist’ written on the front. It was early June 2017, the weather was prime, so we had planned to go to a carnival the night before, and from there, spend the night at her house because of her proximity to a train station. My mother did not know the full extent of our plans since we only told her that it was another one of our usual sleepovers. If my mother had known, I would not have been able to go to the event that changed my perspective forever.
The night of the carnival, I had the best time with my friends rambling from one ride to another. One ride seemed to catch everyone’s attention since it was the tallest there, turned the rider 180 degrees, and had a reputation of people throwing up on it. On the ride, there is a moment before you get pulled backwards in which you are at the top and can see miles ahead of you. During this, you really get a profound sense of being in the moment while …show more content…
It was a counter protest to those against immigration, Muslims, the Quran etc. Regardless of my nerves, my best friend and I armed ourselves with our feminist shirts and ‘fuck Trump’ hats and hopped on the Metra to our destination. I did not really know what to expect- of course I had seen videos of protests and the chants and everything, but it feels different once you are involved. We got there early enough to be given a sign and meet a few people, but soon after, we were approached by a white male with a recording camera demanding to know our reasons for attending. I was told by others that this man was purposefully going around to try and provoke our side. Despite this, most people just ignored him, continued to chant and spread awareness to
The night of the carnival, I had the best time with my friends rambling from one ride to another. One ride seemed to catch everyone’s attention since it was the tallest there, turned the rider 180 degrees, and had a reputation of people throwing up on it. On the ride, there is a moment before you get pulled backwards in which you are at the top and can see miles ahead of you. During this, you really get a profound sense of being in the moment while …show more content…
It was a counter protest to those against immigration, Muslims, the Quran etc. Regardless of my nerves, my best friend and I armed ourselves with our feminist shirts and ‘fuck Trump’ hats and hopped on the Metra to our destination. I did not really know what to expect- of course I had seen videos of protests and the chants and everything, but it feels different once you are involved. We got there early enough to be given a sign and meet a few people, but soon after, we were approached by a white male with a recording camera demanding to know our reasons for attending. I was told by others that this man was purposefully going around to try and provoke our side. Despite this, most people just ignored him, continued to chant and spread awareness to