“We Work. We Belong.”
On May 1, the streets filled with people who do the work that keeps this country running—nannies, janitors, bus drivers, nurses, farmhands. They showed up in cities across the country, some with homemade signs, others just with their bodies, their presence. Side by side, they marched—not out of spectacle, but necessity.
In New York, a mother held her son’s hand and a sign that read “We work. We belong.” In Los Angeles, union workers in matching shirts stood in clusters, watching out for each other like family. In Seattle, chants moved down the block, picking up volume with each voice.
They were responding to policies that try to erase them—crackdowns on immigrants, cuts to public services, attacks on labor rights. But they didn’t meet hostility with bitterness. They met it with clarity: We are still here.
No headlines will capture the courage it takes to keep showing up when your government treats you like a burden. But these workers did it anyway. They came to be counted.
Takeaway: Resistance can look like a protest sign or a timecard. Both matter.
If you’ve ever stood your ground when someone tried to erase your worth, I’d like to hear your story.