NOT THE MARCHIN’ KIND (but I oughta be) -- by Steve Nadis
A friend asked me and others to join him later today on a march for immigration reform. People will meet at the Boston Common at 4 p.m. and then, after a few inspiring words no doubt, proceed to Copley Square. I support the cause and could use the exercise, but can’t go on account of “parent-related activities.” (I’ll spare you by not elaborating.) But the sad truth is, even if I were not tied up with said activities, I still would not go because, as I explained to my friend, “I’m not the marchin’ kind.”
I’ve never felt comfortable in large group events like that. Marches and protests have never been my thing. Yet I also realize that mass demonstrations may be helpful in this case, just as the protests were critical in ending the Vietnam War. For people wanting a voice in national and international affairs, the options are few. They can participate in rallies or write a letter to their Congressman or newspaper editor. Which is why I said that above: I’m not the marchin’ kind, but I oughta be...


The first march I participated in was when I was 8 years old. My mom took me to downtown Chicago and marched with other Greek and non-Greek women against the Turkish invasion in Cyprus (1974). I remember this because a picture of me holding a bloody sign saying "No to the occupation of Cyprus" made the local newspaper headlines. Kids sell. Kids that march sell more.
;-) (Comment this)