What picketing taught me about feminism
No one person makes a picket line, but by showing up, I can take its number from 37 to 38 or from 999 to 1000. No one voice creates a roar, but by chanting, I can amplify the volume. My value to the line is in being the body that walks behind the person in front of me and in front of the person behind me. My value is in being present and unremarked upon, a part of a broader whole.