Women's March On Washington - Vision & Principles

● We believe that Women’s Rights are Human Rights and Human Rights are Women’s Rights.
● We believe Gender Justice is Racial Justice is Economic Justice.
● Women have the right to live full and healthy lives, free of all forms of violence against our bodies.
● We believe in accountability and justice for police brutality and ending racial profiling and targeting of communities of color and Indigenous peoples.
● We believe it is our moral imperative to dismantle the gender and racial inequities within the criminal justice system.
● We believe in Reproductive Freedom.
● We believe in Gender Justice.
● We firmly declare that LGBTQIA Rights are Human Rights and that it is our obligation to uplift, expand and protect the rights of our gay, lesbian, bi, queer, trans, two-spirit or gender non-conforming brothers, sisters and siblings.
● We believe in an economy powered by transparency, accountability, security and equity.
● We believe in equal pay for equal work and the right of all women to be paid equitably.
● We recognize that women of color and Indigenous women carry the heaviest burden in the global and domestic economic landscape, particularly in the care economy.
● We believe that all workers – including domestic and farm workers - must have the right to organize and fight for a living minimum wage, and that unions and other labor associations are critical to a healthy and thriving economy for all.
● We believe Civil Rights are our birthright.
● We support Indigenous women’s right to access, own, develop and control land and its resources.
● We believe that all women’s issues are issues faced by women with disabilities and Deaf women.
● We believe it is time for an all-inclusive Equal Rights Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.
● Rooted in the promise of America’s call for huddled masses yearning to breathe free, we believe in immigrant and refugee rights regardless of status or country of origin.
● We believe that every person, every community and Indigenous peoples in our nation have the right to clean water, clean air, and access to and enjoyment of public lands.
● We recognize that to achieve any of the goals outlined within this statement, we must work together to end war and live in peace with our sisters and brothers around the world. Ending war means a cessation to the direct and indirect aggression caused by the war economy and the concentration of power in the hands of a wealthy elite who use political, social, and economic systems to safeguard and expand their power.

This is a condensed version of the Guiding Vision and Definition of Principles of the Women’s March - On Washington. 
Find the complete version here.
Use this outline to contact your representatives, be it by postcard as suggested, by e-mail and/or by making phone calls. 
Use this bare bone outline to contemplate and formulate YOUR issues.

These women are from different states and had never met before but they practiced this song online.


Make America great again for whom I was asked and it got me thinking.

- PATRIARCHY of course, so the world will run again as God intended.

- Almighty God, who intended for white men to dominate the world.

- BUSINESSES, so they can once again pay the least to make the most, unencumbered by stupid rules for the protection of workers.

- THE RICH, so they get richer.

- THE KIDS, so they will once again learn what it means to obey

- WOMEN, so we can send them back to the kitchen, to making babies and to bleeding from their 'where-evers' without interfering in important men's business such as the ruling and the raping of the world.

- ARTISTS - so they can struggle once again as it is becoming for them, rather than suck at the federal tit which made them only lazy and lousy.

- UNDOCUMENTED IMMIGRANTS, so they can once again be criminalized and marginalized, abused and exploited with no recourse.

Women's March

Hear Me Roar
Lots of protesters with big smiles and bright eyes in Santa Fe.
Speeches were given not only in English but in Spanish and in Tewa as well.

Purifying Native American Ceremony

Ashley Judd performed Nina Donovan's poem "I am a Nasty Woman" at the Women's March On Washington.
An estimated half million protesters showed up in Washington DC.
More in places such as Tel Aviv, Berlin, Bellingham WA, and of course Santa Fe, NM.

Attendance Estimate List

Santa Fe 17,000



January 21, 2017, Saturday 11 AM - 2 PM,  New Mexico State Capitol

Twitter: @WMWsantafe
Live Streaming from facebook event page on the day of the event.
for posters email sunny@sunnyshender.com

Mission Statement: 
“To stand together in solidarity with our partners and children for the protection of our rights, our safety, our health, and our families—
recognizing that our vibrant and diverse communities are the strength of our country.”

Resist! Boycott The Inauguration

For the record, I do not consent to this inauguration. I did not vote for him, I voted for her. He does not represent me. He surely has not earned my trust much less my goodwill.

As a once illegal immigrant who had overstayed my visa, I strongly object to the criminalization of undocumented immigrants. Most come to the US only to seek a better life and avoid any entanglements with the authorities. Let it be known that for the common man or woman, the ones with no special skills, and no fat wallets, there are no lines to wait in for their turns for legal immigration. This supposed waiting in line to get ones proper turn is a myth, a convenient story some Americans like to tell each other so as to justify their rejection of immigrants that after all have made the US into what it is, a country that thrives on its diversity.  The haves protecting themselves from the have-nots, lacking compassion and goodwill toward those less fortunate. It is really ugly when the wrath turns on refugees truly in need of mercy and an outstretched helping hand.

I am truly appalled by this man's indecency, be it by his mocking another man with a disability, or by boasting about groping women's private parts, or attacking women that oppose him on their looks.

No, I do not approve of his showmanship, that takes pleasure in firing people after he gets them going into fierce and ugly competitions. I do not appreciate beauty pagans either where women strut barely clad in front of a voyeuristic audience that always rates those female external and inconsequential assets. 

The thought of his wife to become our First Lady is nauseating as those pics of her supposed high-end modeling look more like soft porn and can not be unseen. The memory of his wife in her first public speech to have plagiarized our real, intelligent and eloquent First Lady would be comical, if only. This wife of his accused of having worked in the US illegally, modeling before she was granted her official work visa is the icing on this cake, on this man's tirade against immigrants. Immigrants he not only hires when they are cheaper but married when it was convenient.

He rode in on a tidal wave of people's unacknowledged anger and frustration. He cast himself as the savior and bamboozled too many fed up with the system to vote for him. Those voters will have a rough awakening when they figure that they were had. They put the 1%, the very tip of our plutocracy in charge, which will not look pretty.

Already things are in the works, Obamacare to be dismantled with no alternative, Europe to be destabilized, our public lands to be offered for privatized profiteering, our public schools to be defunded and to be tainted with Christian teachings of the worst kind,  our unions to be weakened still, and our institutional protections from abuse to be abolished. This will not be the change the 90% were hoping for.

I do not consent to this farce of an inauguration. I will boycott the whole sordid affair. I pledge to not watch, to not engage, to not acknowledge this spectacle. He is not my President. He is a careless, reckless, impulsive, mean-spirited, cruel puerile man with no care for others, for me or you. I expect he will do a lot of harm and give us regular folks a lot of grief. He will set us back, but he will not defeat us. He is leading a dying breed of old white guys mainly, the patriarchy, afraid of losing their power and their privileges, which they will eventually. The numbers are on our side. They are the minority, never forget!

Don’t watch. Don’t listen. Don’t legitimize. 


Only reason the hacking of the poorly defended DNC is discussed 
is that the loss by the Dems was so big that they are totally embarrassed!
Donald J.Trump

Hard to decide if one ought to cry, wail, howl or scream at such utterances from our PEOTUS, supposedly our next President. Telling that his facebook page shows no negative emoticons, no sad or angry little faces, how does he do it? How does the biggest ever loser, not just of the popular vote, manage to manipulate so many people?

By spouting assumptions, appealing to the latent desires like every con artist knows how, and setting the bar at its lowest ever. By living in a fact-free world, where the most outrageous lies, the nastiest retorts, the most vindictive quips are simply means to beat and destroy his competitors or his adversaries in order to achieve the goal to win at all cost. Let's be clear, this narcissist holds nothing dear but what is his and what may serve him. This overgrown, entitled bully surely has no idea what serving the people might mean. Don-The-Con, the deal maker & breaker, that stiffed countless business partners and gone into bankruptcies at least 4 times, surely with no thought given to those he hurt, serves himself and himself only and nobody else. 

Having a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. 
Only "stupid" people, or fools, would think that it is bad!
Donald J. Trump

Unbelievable, the biggest fraudster in US politics, Don-The-Con, is about to hold the highest office in the US, is about to become the most powerful man in the world. Despite the DNC disclosures that were leaked, not hacked while Republican info was leaked too, but not exposed! Despite still on-going investigations by the FBI and the Senate into connections to Russia. Despite rumors of plans for big time oil business with Putin after the lifting of sanctions on Russia. Despite rumors of money exchanges with Russia before the election. We the people have a right to know the true extent of Russian interference. While the cold war has been over now for a while, Russian interference with American elections is a very serious matter. Having asked publicly during the primaries for such interference, to give us her e-mails, ought to amount to treason. For PEOTUS to refuse investigations into these matters out of sheer vanity of not wanting his electoral win only to be diminished even further should make him unelectable and illegitimate.  

Unbelievable, Don-The-Con to be inaugurated, despite his never having released his taxes over the flimsy pretense of ongoing IRS investigations, reasoning entirely rejected by the IRS. Despite conflicts of interests still not fully exposed he seems to sail through to inauguration. Despite his horrible sons (one picture of them proudly posing with precious wildlife they killed for sport in Africa was enough evidence for me of their character) despite those two to continue as heads of his enterprises already selling access to POTUS to the highest bidders! Despite him putting his inexperienced son-in-law into a position of power, which we still call nepotism practiced in dictatorships not usually democracies. How does he get away with it? 

True vetting would have meant a thorough and independent evaluation of his body and mind. Not a quickly scribbled note from his quack doctor that probably supplies him with the pharmaceuticals that he demands and that he is likely hooked on. Clearly, his mind is not o.k., he can barely utter one sentence. His emotions are immature and his psychological growth stunted. But let's not forget Ronald Raegan. Never again a President that suffers in secret from debilitating senility or Alzheimer's while supposedly serving us the people. Never again, yet here we are with one clearly not all there, clearly in need of help and clearly unfit to serve the people. One that poses a danger to the world with the powers bestowed in the highest US office.

The times are very serious, these are no laughing matters, hence I offer some respite with a Trump version from a 1958 TV western, that features a snake oil salesman named 'Trump' who promised to build a wall in order to prevent the end of the world, for real, check it out on Snopes.


Teacher Sings To Betsy DeVos, Nominee Secretary Of Education


Snow at last! A very wet, heavy and messy snow.  I hope my pups bladders are strong and can wait for relief for a good while longer. Meanwhile, I will take out their home cooked favorite food (chicken innards with sweet potatoes) to mollify them. Living with three furry ones in one open studio is a challenge during and after snow and rain storms. My pups do know how to stay put and dry out on a towel at the ready for them on our return home. My little guy, Sumo, good at avoiding puddles will likely need a bath upon return home from our current mess. Ah, I do remember those times when fresh snow was exciting, when a wooden sled was near, and a lot of fun was to be had right across the field and up on the hill. 

These days I fail to feel the sense of equanimity my little laughing buddha so perfectly displays, but year after year his snow covered happy face delights and inspires me nonetheless. 

Tesuque Pueblo Native

Native American from Tesuque Pueblo
where every year their men elect their choice of men to their official positions, 
where men to this day choose which women will be allowed to dance and women still have no say in the matter!
This man saw no problem with that, 
I will have to inquire with a Native American woman next.
Honestly, I wonder what they think about their role in their society.

Red, Wet & Wonderful

Snow run-off poured down outside our Whole Foods grocery store 
due to the warmth of today's sunny mid-afternoon. 
The splattering gave me a whole new appreciation for this patio.
Glistening wet surfaces have become so rare here in the Southwest 
where droughts have challenged us for way too long.


Heroes of the pueblo uprising he wears proudly on his sleeves.

43 year old Native American from the Tesuque Pueblo
He just made it out of the hospital after a slip & fall on ice.
His left leg got reinjured, his rib had been broken too. 

For protection. he wears around his neck a leather strap
attached to a vessel wrapped in sinew and filled with sacred cornmeal.

"I am an alcoholic."
He has worked 3 out of the 12 steps.

Higher Power
grant us the serenity
to accept the things we can not change
the courage to change the things we can
and the wisdom to know the difference.

Not Guilty!

October 24th, on a bright and mild Monday morning, on my way to the Community College down a major traffic artery on my scooter, a 29-year old woman chose to ignore my signals of wanting to make a move and change lanes.

First I heard a woman's voice scream, then I felt a bump from behind that made me lose my balance. Next, I found myself splattered out flat on the street, propelled over my scooter, stunned, terrified and in shock. The first impact had been my helmet hitting the pavement sending a jolt back in to my spine.

I was then and I am still fully aware of how vulnerable I am, not just riding a scooter, same would go for attempting to cross streets while walking with dogs and drivers simply not giving us the right-of-way. I am vulnerable because of my age, my lack of flexibility and the accumulation of stress in my body, besides the lack of financial and social resources, including proper insurance. While I do have insurance, the damage to my scooter and my own physical self were not covered. They would have been if the driver had fled the scene! 

I had turned my head to check the lanes in the back of me. The two lanes behind me had been clear. No cars in close range only three cars way back that had just crossed the traffic lights, far on the other end of the block I had been on. Splattered out on the pavement, I looked to check on those cars to notice that quick acting strangers already had blocked off traffic thankfully. Two strangers I believe helped me to get up and hobble over to the curb. My left knee hurt and greatly concerned me, but I was able to move. My scooter was on its side bleeding fuel. I was hit from the back, my basket clearly shows this. I did not sideswipe the car as later the cop would claim. The driver of the car bumped ME from behind. I did not sideswipe her car with the basket mounted on the back of my scooter as the cop later claimed.

First responders in a fire truck happened to notice the accident in passing and stopped. Able to walk, sore, but not in excruciating pain, I refused medical help or a ride to the hospital only asked for something to whip up the blood from my left pinky. Someone called the police, a cop appeared on the scene maybe 20 minutes later. He talked to the driver of the car then gave ME a ticket. My supposed violation "DRIVING ON STREETS LANED FOR TRAFFIC" what the fuck! What does that mean? The cop would not elaborate, invited me to contest the ticket in court. Well, that is what I did a month later. I pleaded NOT GUILTY!

How did this happen? I have been riding in traffic on two wheels for half a century, starting at the tender age of 10 riding my bike on streets to school and through heavy traffic in mid-town of the largest city in Switzerland, Zürich. I was maybe 12 when I fell in my attempt to follow my Mom on her bike through an intersection where my bike got caught in a track for our trams. I fell then, was stunned then, and I still remember it clearly half a century later. My left leg was in a cast and I walked on crutches for about 6 weeks. 

I loved biking in Amsterdam especially, but also New York and San Francisco. Now getting around on my bike in Santa Fe is a whole different matter. Santa Fe's culture of drivers paying little to no attention to signals and signages makes for a major challenge in negotiating traffic. I was fully aware of this when I first started riding a scooter in Santa Fe 10 years ago. But here in the American Southwest, we have the perfect climate for riding on two wheels, sunny, dry and temperate most often. Riding a scooter is fun and a whole lot cheaper than my ancient gas-guzzling VW van. $2 fills my tank and may last me for a week. While my first scooter, a Honda Elite 250 cc, was heavy and a challenge for me to handle, my current Genuine Buddy 125 cc is a breeze, so easy to maneuver it is pure joy. My point is I am not an incompetent, dare-devil senior who takes up a hobby thinking that makes them feel like they might be young again, makes them take stupid chances that may get them into trouble. I read that seniors have a high injury rate for that reason. I may have white hair, but I did not have a 'senior moment' either, I did not space out or become inattentive.

For the first 6 weeks, I laid in bed mainly, left leg elevated and iced, getting up as little as possible, going through a whole tube of Arnica gel in one week only. Walks with dogs were minimal. The hyper energy of both of my pups on lead, tugging here and there, made walks very stressful. A wrong move might create serious damage, tear tissues that may require expensive medical attention. I felt very vulnerable as if I were hobbling on eggs. I would start to feel better, only to feel worse again due to aching inflammation in my leg especially during nights. Concrete floors I learned were now hard on me. The pain in my knee has been my main concern. I still can not fully bend it which makes sitting down or putting on a sock, but especially boots challenging. Reminder, cut toe nails often enough! I also hurt my left hand. It still is swollen some, aches and I still have a lack of strength that shows in my being challenged holding a pot when doing the dishes. I have no idea yet what this may mean to my ability to practice my profession of 3 decades in the future. As a massage therapist I depend on the strength in my arms and hands. A huge ugly bruise on my left upper arm did not bother me a bit, neither was I left with any pain from my chest crashing into the ground. I assume because I had been going slow approaching red lights. The impact on my head when hitting the pavement seemed to have had no lasting effect on my spine. It was the first day in the season I had worn a woolen ski mask under my helmet which must have been a blessing. With the new year, I have been pleased to notice another level of ease yet in my walking. I still hobble, but I move forward a bit faster and smoother, while most of the aches during the nights have subsided.

The day before this accident I had been up on the mountain with my pups hiking with surprising ease after weeks of debilitating sciatic pain that made straightening my back upon rising a major challenge. That day all that pain somehow had dissolved and I had hiked through the woods with a renewed freedom and endurance. Time will only tell if I will be able to go again on such long, rejuvenating walks in the woods. Now, I am truly grateful that the impact of this accident did not compound on that earlier misalignment. I do know that I am truly lucky and things could have been a whole lot worse.

Only when I did go back to the scene of the crime, reluctantly, the day before my pre-trial hearing on January 3. did it dawn on me on how this accident may have happened. Until then I just could not comprehend how a car had suddenly gotten so close. How did I not see it coming?  I was approaching a major intersection (Cerrillos Street/ St. Michael's Drive) where my 2-lane street was about to turn into 4 lanes. I now seem to remember a car on a side street waiting to enter the traffic that actually prompted my concern of a busy right lane and my wanting to change one lane over. I turned my head, looked back assured myself of the two lanes behind me, looked forward as I just about passed that side street and gotten to the 4 lane section, slowing down for the traffic light ahead of me. I bet that car I had spotted on that side street was driven by that woman who sought to merge the far left lane quickly. She admitted to me that she had noticed my intent to make a move, but she failed to give me my right of way and to keep a safe distance but attempted to quickly pass by me. 

January 3rd, after 3 hours in court, the first one in, and the last one out, my ticket got dismissed. After 10 weeks of mulling things over, arguing my case in my head, I never even got sworn in and I was never given a chance to make my case in front of the judge. I did argue with the cop who claimed I sideswiped the car and failed to check the lane on my left, due to inattentiveness, hah! He cited evidence on her car, I asked how his assumptions jived with evidence on my scooter. Officer Trujillo had no answers. At first, he suggested a plea but then pressed on for dismissal of all charges. Yep, my ticket got dismissed without prejudice with no fine, and no record! 

But also no compensation for the stress of one cop's wrong assessment of supposed evidence and one woman's failure to yield. While I should have felt immediate relief, maybe even elation, I felt confused about my mix of emotions. I should have felt grateful, this accident could have been so much worse. Gratitude though has never been my forte. Being accused wrongly won over my emotional landscape. Such has happened to me too often. So since I could not argue my case in court, I made an attempt to do so here.