As I write this, I watch on television, a sea of white faces at the Inauguration Concert. Not a brown or black face in the crowd. Just white-bread white (btw, I am a middle-aged suburban white women). I march because I have to channel my-to-the-bone anger into the common voice of millions of Americans who watch, in horror and helplessness, as Trump plants to dismantle the elements of what makes this country great.