Donald Trump has brought out a side of me I haven’t seen since my college days. He has made me militant af and so far there’s no sign of my backing down. My level of rage has not abated. Hearing that garbage human talking about women that way on Friday was very triggering to me and apparently I just live like this now and because I am back to pre-pregnancy, pre-breastfeeding levels of caffeine intake a day I have a lot of manufactured energy to burn.
I got the idea to throw a “Never Trump” rally and immediately texted my friend Lindsay, who is a very reasonable person, and who has protest experience, and whose husband is a police officer and would know if I was doing something illegal and is also a normal mom with kids who doesn’t want their president and role model to be a sexual predator.
I knew if she agreed to show up, I would go do this rally even if I could only get a few people to show up.
For anybody who doesn’t live in Mississippi, it’s hard to explain the level of political apathy and willful ignorance people engage in here. The polite term for racists, misogynists, and white supremacists here is, “my redneck cousins,” or “my REALLY redneck cousins.” When people have gotten engaged lately, it mainly seems like they support Trump. I wish I could say it were just everybody’s redneck cousins, but it’s not. It’s average people, working class, etc… He has held rallies here with thousands of people in attendance. The headline our local TV station chose in the aftermath of the tape was about Trump apologizing for the tape, instead of you know, that a candidate for president had bragged about sexual assault. It’s no secret that this is a very red state, so why bother protesting?
At the end of the day, I just couldn’t keep quiet. It seemed too important not to make some kind of statement and I truly believe that most people here would never leave their daughter alone in a room with this guy and would be deeply ashamed if their son acted like that, so I thought it was worth it to try something.
It was very important to me to do it before the debate and in a timely manner before the press moved on to whatever Trump scandal erupted next so I created an event Saturday to protest the next day, Sunday. I knew this short notice would probably prevent me from getting a bigger crowd, but I didn’t want to wait.
Lindsay and I got the word out fast. We posted our event on the WLOX article about Trump “apologizing,” and we DM’d multiple likely anti-trump groups. Our event was shared 14 times in 24 hours by regular people and large progressive groups with huge followings. We invited people across political party lines and we got at least 54 interested people. I knew we would only get a small fraction of those to actually show up and I was right, but the people who did come, were so amazing.
I made some very basic signs that said “Never Trump” and a few other phrases, got there early and waited. I used my stroller to carry everything and set up camp in Gulfport’s largest and most prominent public park right near HWY 90, the main drag on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. People slowly filed in. We ended up with 8 adults and a few of us brought our kids.
We had a brief prayer/moment of silence for Survivors of Sexual Assault. My toddler interrupted me and squirmed throughout my short speech where I read off a list of different things Trump has done to disqualify him for the presidency (and public life at all) and then we got our signs and headed toward traffic. (I wore my babe in my Tula, so she was safely attached to me, not running off).
I was very nervous about safety. I told everyone to stay together, and not to engage with anybody who came at us with negativity. I told everyone that if at any point they felt threatened or unsafe we would shut down, and if anybody looked like they would get violent we would immediately call the police. At one point a young skateboarder kind of scared me because my overactive imagination (and the reality that there are tens of thousands of gun owners here) made me question if his cell phone was a gun.
So imagine my relief when the first cars drove by our signs and started honking in support! We did get a few people (all white) who gave us the bird or a thumbs down or yelled something at us. We could hardly ever make out what they said. My absolute favorite moment was when a guy shouting his support for Trump and giving us the bird got slapped in the face by his girlfriend in the front seat. I was dying. It was like watching a metaphor for the feminist struggle physically manifest itself in front of my eyes. The skateboarder kid? He politely asked to take a selfie with us. His mama raised him right.
All in all, it genuinely seemed like people were happy to see us out there. Practically every black or Latino person who drove by us honked or shouted or waved or gave us a thumbs up of support and even some old ass white people did too (and a few other white people).
My favorite was the black guys in their big trucks revving their engines. It’s just such a quintessential way to show your feelings in the deep south.
It was really nice to meet the other people who showed up to protest. We all added each other on Facebook and exchanged info about our backgrounds and political involvement. I think I’ll see them again at future events.
My daughter loved it. We were outside. There were other kids there. I brought crayons! Her absolute favorite part was when we would chant. If you’ve never heard a little baby shouting “Never Trump!” you haven’t lived. It sounded like this- “Ne-ba Chump! Ne-ba Chump!” I’m so proud of my little activist.
All in all, it felt amazing. It felt very empowering to be holding a bright blue sign and shouting at the top of my lungs, utterly rejecting this sleazebag, out loud, in public, unashamed, not hiding. I felt like I was accomplishing more than I might just losing my shit on facebook during hour after hour of my rage spiral. I had my laughing baby on my back, good people at my side, perfect weather, sunshine and a cool breeze. It was a beautiful day and people saw us, they listened, and maybe we let people know, who wouldn’t dare come to a rally, that there were people out there who felt the way they did, that they weren’t alone, and it’s ok to stand against the crowd of people telling you to tow the party line, or not to vote your conscience. It felt like freedom.
So that’s what happens at an Anti-Trump rally in Mississippi, you have fun, your baby is cute, you get an overwhelming majority of supporters versus cretins, and you meet super nice politically engaged people! I think you know what your weekend plans are everybody!