Day 7! Here on the road, the marchers have stopped referring to time and dates the way the rest of you do. I can’t tell you what day of the week or what hour it is necessarily, but I can let you know that as I’m writing this it’s Day 7 and we’re paused for a minute .2 miles away from our College Park, MD rally.
We’ve measured time in days and miles. Mornings are successful if we only go through one package of blister bandaids and in the afternoon we’re counting how many bottles of water we’ve all had. Now, we’re left with dinner, a rally and then Day 8. It’s really hard to believe there is only one day and 7.6 miles left.
It’s almost as hard to believe that as we’ve been walking, getting cranky about blisters and snow banks, over 1000 people have died because they didn’t have health care.
This morning we had a breakfast meet-up where people showed up with stories and more carnations for us. The carnations we’ll lay less than 20 hours from now in memoriam of those who have died. The marchers are all excited about the final event, but more than excited we’re hopeful. With every step we take and carnation we lay we’re hoping this will end the delay. How many more weeks is Congress going to wait before passing reform? How many more thousands of people are going to have to die?
In addition to hopeful, we’re also reflective, not only thinking about all the work we’ve done, but everything the movement has accomplished thus far. With such a massive movement and all the phone calls, letter writing, lobby visits, marches, rallies, house parties, meet-ups…that have been part of this movement, we wonder..how much more will it take? We’re up for it, whatever it is (though we’re hopeful it involves less than 100 miles of walking).
Still we wonder, what more is Congress looking for from us as organizers and as citizens. We’ve demonstrated, time and time again, how the majority of Americans want and need this reform. Their own offices have proven the money it will save the American economy. They know the lives it will save and they’ve heard the stories of those lives directly from their own constituents.
So as we arrive in Washington, we’re hopeful, but we’re also asking, “What more are you waiting for?”