By Grazie Christie
After having made the trip from Miami to attend, it made me sad that this year’s March for Life in Washington, D.C. should be reduced to one troubling encounter and its ugly online aftermath. What a great shame.
I’ve attended the March for Life each year for some time, and I’ve even been a speaker on the main stage. It’s hard to convey just how wholesome, how cheerful and sweet the entire event is. The marchers consider themselves participants in the noble American tradition of peaceful civil rights demonstrations. They believe they are involved in a civil rights struggle no less important than those of the 1960’s. The setting – the imposing monuments and the wide mall rising to the capitol—reminds them of our country’s founding ideals and the many men and women who have worked tirelessly over the years to make them a reality. These marchers consider themselves honest workers in the same historic vineyard.
