The Women’s
March came to Corvallis on Saturday; when it was clear that Portland was not
going to be able to organize a march, Corvallis—and many other smaller cities—stepped
up and organized their own, a classic example of Thinking Globally and Acting
Locally.
Corvallis is not
a loud marching city. We do not shout “This is what democracy looks like” along
the entire marching route, even when the organizers set the stage. We are civil,
introverted, earnest engineering types. Our premier celebration was, for years,
a combination of art and engineering, of lectures and music, where men in
shorts and sandals discussed the viscosity of mud while watching human powered
vehicles work their way through said mud on a sunny Sunday morning. We tend to
walk quietly, talking to our fellow marchers, admiring the clever signs. There
are a lot of dogs along for the walk.
Corvallis,
however, does know what democracy looks like. Some days, it is a wall of humanity,
mostly in pink and red, densely packed on the sidewalks through the park,
listening to speeches, avoiding the muddy grass. Other days, it is the Raging
Grannies, in full regalia, singing “Which Side Are You On” to the city council
before a vote on sanctuary cities. Or it’s a scientist handing out photographs
of stream erosion and channeling to the planning commission while they debate
an annexation further upstream. It’s a series of letters to the editor on a
local ballot measure. It’s the longest running anti-war protest in front of the
courthouse, every evening from five to six. It’s a group of people showing up to move the
chairs around for an eco-film festival right after the space empties out from a
modern dance lesson. It is the thousands
of hours Corvallis residents spend, every year, working in small and large groups to make the city, the country, the
world a better place. We don’t always agree on what that looks like, so it can
be a messy, time consuming process but it is Democracy. And, on Saturday, it
wore a hand-knit pink hat.
Well stated.
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