Every day has felt unbearably heavy.
But tonight, on the frozen streets of New York City, something shifted.
I haven’t seen this many young people out marching in a long time. And not just college kids, high school students entered the chat. Young people speaking. Chanting. Marching. Organizing.
I stopped to talk with a few groups and asked what brought them out. They told me they had joined school walkouts earlier in the day, then came together in groups to march to Foley Square. No influencers. No spectacle. Just collective action.
They said they’re out here for their friends and neighbors for the immigrant communities that are integral to this city. Communities that are New York City.
I’ve always said movements only work when they’re intergenerational. Tonight, I saw that in real time.
Yes, things are bleak as hell right now. But hear me when I say this: get off your laptops. Put down your phones. Pause the podcasts. Turn off the TV. And get outside.
The revolution isn’t happening on a screen.
It’s happening on these frozen streets—fueled by people power, by young voices, by a growing demand to abolish 🧊 and push fascists out of power.
