Capturing the Moment: Inauguration Day, the Women’s March and Why We Must See Trump’s Presidency as an Opportunity

Iva Radivojevic shares her experiences over two contrasting days in Washington, D.C., and looks ahead to what is next for the resistance.

On Friday, January 20, I spent about 9 hours on the streets of Washington, D.C. First I was sandwiched between a group of teenagers wearing “Make America Great Again” hats singing Queen’s “We are the Champions.” Or sliding by “Seek the Living Jesus” people preaching to other Trumpers why Trump is the Savior – all of which felt weird and ominous.

Then I joined the resistance in and around McPherson Square. It felt disjointed and hopeless, if only because of low numbers (at least by the time I got there). As the evening approached, the streets filled with (mostly white) people dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos returning from the Inaugural Ball, while the protesters lit trash fires and congregated on the streets.

Unlike many, I wasn’t appalled by the violence that took place earlier in the morning – a couple of cars burned, a few windows smashed – nor was I appalled at the attack on Richard Spencer (consider the context).

I recalled the famous quote by civil rights activist H. Rap Brown from 1967: “I say violence is necessary. Violence is a part of America’s culture. It is as American as cherry pie. Americans taught the Black people to be violent. We will use that violence to rid ourselves of oppression if necessary. We will be free, by any means necessary.”

I recalled making my last film, when a group of migrants in Cyprus – who had not been charged with any crime – were thrown in jail indefinitely (among them a man with AIDS, not fit for those conditions). They were ignored for days, until they finally set fire to their prison cells to say, “Listen to us, we exist!”

Even with how despondent I felt on Inauguration Day, I knew the following day would be better. It felt good just to think about it. And then it came.

They say more than 500,000 people showed up in Washington, D.C., and that just as many came out in L.A. and New York City. In total, more than 3.6 million people took to the streets – Chicago’s streets, Boston’s streets, San Francisco’s streets, streets all across the U.S. and across the world.

If you were out there on any of those streets, you participated in what was apparently the biggest political protest in the U.S. ever.

And it felt good.

It felt good to be surrounded by thousands of people who shared my thoughts, my fears, my anger and my enthusiasm. It felt good to listen to six-year-old Sophie Cruz shout: “We are here together making a chain of love to protect our families … I want to tell the children not to be afraid, because we are not alone. There are still many people that have their hearts filled with love and tenderness … Let’s keep together and fight for the rights.” The crowd broke into a quiet hypnotic chant: “Sophie, Sophie, Sophie …” I cried then, and I cry every time I’ve heard it since.

It felt good to see so many causes come together – Black Lives Matter, Immigrant Rights, LGBTQIA Rights, Reproductive Justice, Native American brothers and sisters, Muslim brothers and sisters, and others.
It felt good to hear that people who had never protested against anything in their lives felt compelled to do so on January 21. (See this short piece by Martyna Starosta and Amy Littlefield.)

I can’t candy-coat it all the way, though.

Carl Sagan said: “Both skepticism and wonder are skills that need honing and practice.” I had to gather my skepticisms.

As I stood and listened to Tamika Mallory speak, to Alicia Keys speak, I looked around, my camera searching for reactions in the crowd. I was hard pressed to find black and brown faces. Yes, there were people of color representing. But Washington, D.C. had never looked so white to me before. And I wondered about all the rest of our sisters and brothers and what feeling of exclusion propelled them to choose to stay home.

As I stood and listened to the speeches, I took note of Michael Moore. He is doing incredibly important work. He has a fantastic and relentless mission to mobilize and politicize. His “To Do Lists” are invaluable. But I wondered why at a Women’s March, Michael Moore – a white male – would spend more time at the mic than Angela Davis, Tamika Mallory, Janet Mock and Gloria Steinem put together.

As I marched along with thousands of sisters and brothers, I was happy to see masculinity represented in the numbers. But I also wondered how many of those men truly understood the frustration. I know quite a few men who would label themselves feminists only to assert themselves, completely unawares, in the most chauvinistic of ways. I can only imagine how painfully frustrating it feels for the Black community, because whites fail to understand and continue to assert themselves in the most ignorant ways.

I include myself in this ignorant equation.

My friend Cassie brought to my attention a tweet that stated: “To all the trans women out marching amidst signs that center feminism around having a vagina, I see you, you matter, thank you.” My thoughts hadn’t reached that far and I was thankful for that insight. The same insights applied to the homophobic signs that portrayed Trump as Putin’s “bitch” or reflected on Trump’s “tiny hands.”

However, “None of us comes fully equipped.” (Carl Sagan again.) We are all fallible and we all have a lot to learn. We all need to grow still. We need to be able to self-reflect. To pay attention. To ask ourselves how we are listening to one another. Not in defensiveness, but in gratitude.

What I loved about the march is seeing so many coalitions existing together and simultaneously critiquing each other. Different and united.


As terrifying as the next four years are going to be, in this sense, Donald Trump’s presents us with an opportunity. Those of us who have been sleeping, are sleeping no more. There is now a very strong chance we can unify a historically divided left, as long as we can make those coalitions work. We will only succeed if we stand together in our efforts, and if our words are followed by our actions.

Women need men on their side. Blacks need the support of whites. Indigenous communities, immigrants, Muslims, LGBTQIA individuals need the support of all of us.

As Janet Mock said, this movement must be “intersectional and inclusive.”

And then, there is that question that everyone is asking: “What’s next?” Well, there is Google, and I’m keeping myself busy searching for answers. Michael Moore has plenty of great ideas on how to get involved. (Follow his Facebook or Twitter posts for insights on the 100 days of resistance; he has specific action plans listed there.) The New York Times has already covered ways in which all the groups are organizing. Choose your level of involvement. We are all busy trying to survive, feed ourselves and attend to myriad problems. But we must try to participate.

If you’re not the person to be calling senators or going out to the streets, you can do the simple thing and donate to Black Lives Matter, Planned Parenthood or whatever cause you believe in so they can do the work. Choose to host a woman traveling from out of state because she cannot seek an abortion in her hometown. Subscribe monetarily to your media outlet of choice. Journalists are under vicious attack from this administration. It’s dangerous and we need to protect freedom of the press. Chase is funding the Dakota Access pipeline – it’s time to switch banks!

At the protest, Angela Davis said, “The next 1459 days of the Trump Administration will be 1459 days of resistance. Resistance on the ground, resistance in the classrooms, resistance on the job, resistance in our art, in our music.”

I’m a filmmaker and an artist and I take this to heart. I come from a wartorn country that no longer exists. I’ve been an immigrant in multiple countries since my birth country dissolved in 1992. After 17 years in the U.S., I’m now an American. The ink is still wet on my Naturalization Certificate. I’m excited about the future and I’m excited about whatever small contribution I can make to its betterment. The pendulum will swing in the other direction, away from Trump. It’s a matter of time … we just need to direct it.

Here’s something from the March to keep the fire burning:

A few sites for reference and information:

Showing Up for Racial Justice
The Gathering for Justice
Haven Coalition
A List of Pro-Women, Pro-Immigrant, Pro-Earth, Anti-Bigotry Organizations That Need Your Support
Women’s March: 10 Actions / 100 Days
Injustice Boycott
My 100 Day Plans
Robert Reich: The First 100 Day Resistance Agenda
Honor the Earth
Brennan Center for Justice

All images by Iva Radivojevic, except “No Sleep Till Impeachment” (Shay Yoos) and “White Feminists” (Cassie Wagler)

Iva Radivojevic is a Brooklyn-based filmmaker who spent her early years in Yugoslavia and Cyprus. Her films have screened at NYFF, SXSW, Rotterdam IFF, HotDocs, Museum of Modern Art (NYC), PBS, New York Times Op-Docs. She is the recipient of the 2015 Guggenheim Fellowship, 2011-12 Princess Grace Special Project Award and Film Fellowship and was named one of the “25 New Faces of Independent Film” by Filmmaker magazine.