Boston was great

These are some of my fabulous neighbors.  Susanna is wearing the hat she knitted. Her mom is a doctor who works for social justice.  Dad is wearing a hat Susanna made for him by sewing pink cotton socks to a baseball cap so Dad could be a bunny, not a pussy.  To make his position clear, however, Dad carried a sign that read: “Bunnies for pussies.”   I drove 8 people in my Forester to the train station (you’re right, that meant three people in the cargo space) and we all marched.

Thrilling to see all the girls and boys who came.  Check out the girl with the sign written in French.  Oligarchs beware.  

Author: Lowry Heussler

Lowry Heussler is a lawyer from Cambridge, Massachusetts. Having participated in the RBC as a guest-blogger, she made it official in 2012. Her most important contribution to the field of public policy to date was her 1994 instruction to Mark Kleiman, "Read Ann Landers every day. You need to learn about real people." Her essay on the 2009 arrest of Henry Louis Gates went viral and brought about one of her proudest moments, being described as "just another twit along the lines of Sharpton, Jackson, Gates, etc." (Small Dead Animals Blog). Currently serving as General Counsel to BOTEC Analysis Corp., she has been a public housing lawyer, a prosecutor for the Board of Registration in Medicine, a large-firm associate and a small-firm partner. She serves as a board member for NEADS, Dogs for Deaf and Disabled Americans, a charity that trains service dogs to increase independence for people with disabilities.

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  1. I also attended in Boston. It was a really uplifting, positive event, I thought. I missed all of the speechifying, as the train situation was really quite bad due to demand (ended up having to ride in the wrong direction to the end of the line to get a train because all of the trains were filling up at the first 2 stops). The march itself was great though. As you note, I was particularly heartened by all of the kids, many of whom seemed to understand exactly what they were marching for. I heard a woman on the train explaining "my body, my choice" to a girl of maybe 5-6 trying not to get into the gory details, and it was actually really beautiful.

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