Jacqueline Rusca and her daughter Natalia De Zubiarre
Marched in DC
Having grown up under a terrifying dictatorship, I found the US to be a safe and flowering place. A place I’ve come to love fiercely. My name is Jacqueline Rusca and I am from Barcelona Spain and I went to the Women’s March in Washington with my 15 year old daughter Natalia De Zubiaurre. The force behind what made us march, was in my part the familiar fears of my childhood in Spain. A fear like a shapeless shadow growing from the ground up - my young life under a dictator’s iron fist. For the first time in years, I again felt this shadow.
The impact of my daughter and I together, with all the other women and their signs, was powerful and meaningful. It was needed. We responded by coming to the call like so many with the same feeling of not fear but power - power to voice that we are no longer going to obediently accept being depleted (once again) of basic rights - everybody’s rights.
Once in Washington, from driving all night in a packed bus, we arrived early in the morning. From then on everyone we encountered had a smile on their face and a will to share an unspoken force felt by all - so strong like the anticipation of a wonderful thing about to happen. Men, women and children in the same amazing space in body and heart. We screamed, we sang, we yelled, we communed. Our faces eager to encounter the eyes of thousands smiling back at us. Once we came back home, we decided to be more politically involved and continue this newly awakened activism that seems eager to be seen and heard by many and supported by the world.
Growing up I’ve always known that there was something about my family and I that always separated us from everyone else. I was raised by two immigrants who showed both my brother and I that there was much more beyond the walls of our house. I grew up knowing that the languages I spoke and the way I saw the world was much different from my friends.
At a very young age I became embarrassed of speaking Spanish in public because it made me feel different. As I grew older, I better understood my family and it’s heritage. I was no longer embarrassed but when Trump ranted on about his wall and the bad hombres it frightened me. You see my father is Mexican and a US resident with a green card who is constantly detained at the airport for at least a hour on international flights. When Trump made it personal, I became angry.
I saw the March as an opportunity to say something about women’s equality and human rights, like her father’s, with other men, women, and kids like me. I want try and get the message through that we are not going to stop fighting and I couldn’t have found a better person to march with than my mom, who has always urged me to never be ashamed of myself or my culture.
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