I grew up in the times of protests for peace, the great hippy era where change was demanded by peace songs, peace rallies, and peaceful protests. It worked, although it often wasn’t as peaceful as it sounds.
I learned, in those times, to choose my battles, to fight for values and rights for everyone, and to let the little things go. Sometimes it was hard to choose, but today I find myself still choosing my battles.
I fought personally for women’s rights in the workplace, not by burning my bra but by doing a darn good job then threatening to go to the competitor if I wasn’t given the same pay and the same positions as offered my male counterparts. It worked. It worked for me and for many and eventually women got fair representation in politics and introduced laws for equality in the workplace.
It’s not perfect, not even today, but I learned that the best protest I could make was by example and by the choices I made to stand for my values and choose my battles wisely.
This reading today made me smile. We’ve come a long way baby!
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