How Many Miles Must We March

Photo Essay

PHOTOS AND TEXT BY Mandy Corrado

I found myself in a sea of 200,000 people, all of us determined to stop Bush’s war on Iraq before it begins. All day long we rallied, listened to seasoned veteran speakers, and marched. Protesting on our nation’s Capitol with people of every ethnicity, age group, religion, and social class was exhilarating and empowering. I knew I was part of something special. I was making a difference.

I slept the whole bus ride home, waking up Sunday morning in Chicago physically spent but feeling on top of the world. To my shock, we didn’t make the front page of Chicago’s newspapers, as was probably the case with all the major papers around the nation. I thought that millions of people worldwide, unified, pounding on George Bush’s door, would get considerable recognition.

Despite the lack of media attention the demonstration received, I’m undeterred. There is a massive grassroots movement growing throughout the world. Next time we rally, there will be more people, and the time after that ... even more. Hopefully some day our media will reflect the truth and our government will listen to our cries. Until that day comes, I’m going to keep marching.