Going to Washington January 2017

A series of Facebook posts I posted as I gathered my thoughts for attending The Women’s March on Washington

January 18, 2017

Day #4
Yesterday I had several people ask me, “Celeste, what is going on with all these posts?” I had to chuckle because I thought I was killing it with the obvious! Ha! So friends, today I will try to be more specific. On Saturday my husband, Berry, my cousins Tom and Diana Gallaher and I are heading to D.C. to participate in The Women’s March on Washington. The Washington March will be only one of 370 marches held across the country on Saturday.
Here is The Mission and Vision Statement for the marches:
We stand together in solidarity with our partners and children for the protection of our rights, our safety, our health, and our families – recognizing that our vibrant and diverse communities are the strength of our country.
I usually post photos of my grandchildren, my dogs and sunsets on Facebook. I am a quiet liberal. However, something broke loose in me when a man with disabilities was taunted on National television this summer. I experienced shame and rage. I could not go “under the porch”, as is my best trick when I am stressed. A presidential candidate mocking a disabled man? This is not okay. What happened to protecting and respecting “the least of these”? I feel such indignation that I cannot be quiet. This is not okay. I feel called on to defend human rights for those who cannot defend themselves. Yesterday post was dedicated to The Dignity of Those With Disabilities. Today’s post is dedicated to Educators of those with Disabilities. I will be marching on Saturday and thinking of all my co-workers at Currey Ingram Academy, my daughter, Laura Holt Taylor who is the daily assistant for a boy with no arms or legs, for the staff at Friends Life, High Hopes, Camp Triad of Vanderbilt, and The Dolphins Swim Program. I have left out hundreds of you who work “knee to nose” with people with disabilities on a daily basis. My heart and love and encouragement go out to you.

Published by Celeste Holt

I am a mother, grandmother, wife, friend, pilgrim, retired teacher, sister, Newfoundland dog owner, social justice advocate and wanna be writer. My love of books has led me to a yearning to write. This yearning comes late in my life but I am going to listen to it. Write a little each day and see where it takes me. As a professional, I had to write narrative Individual Learning Plans. These were tedious and double checked by my supervisors. The disappointment I felt when seeing the red line corrections on my students' ILPS continues to haunt me and yet I want to break away from that fear and share some stories from my life and some thoughts from my 60 plus years of experience as a native Nashvillian. Please enjoy these writings and send me any red line observations you may have! I can take it!

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