“This was not simply about one ruling, but about the message it sent: that control over our bodies could be debated, denied, dismantled.” These are not just my words but that of countless women who have long fought for justice and defended their rights. For decades, they have battled to claim and define their womanhood. Yet, with a single stroke of a pen, that hard-earned identity was stripped away. Their existence, their rights, and—most devastatingly—their motherhood are no longer theirs to protect. Across the United States, those fundamental freedoms were placed in the hands of the Nation-State, reinforcing the grip of patriarchy.
June 24th, 2022, marked a defining day of American history — not just politically, but emotionally, spiritually, and culturally. When the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, it did more than revoke a constitutional right; it ignited a collective cry. It reverberated through the hearts and bodies of millions of women across this nation. It was a gathering that became a protest and prayer, resistance and remembrance. On that day in a matter of a few hours, the city’s streets swelled with thousands of demonstrators. Over 17,000 people gathered in New York City to express their outrage, anguish, and determination.
The protest march was a collective stand, where thousands of men—fathers, husbands, and friends—marched alongside women, fully involved in the struggle. Their participation was not passive; it was marked by a deep understanding that the erosion of women’s rights places the freedoms of their daughters, mothers, and wives at risk. They recognized that this fight transcends gender; it is a matter of human rights and equality for all.
One year later, its anniversary serves not merely as a commemoration, but as a solemn testimony to a battle yet unfinished. The blaze that fueled the demonstrations, the chants that reverberated through the labyrinth of streets, the ceaseless motion of bodies propelled by conviction—these were not transient echoes but the embryonic stirrings of transformation. That fire, seared into the fabric of every protester’s resolve, continues to propel a movement that refuses erosion. The ruling that proved our rights are fragile resulted in rather something indomitable—solidarity, an unshaken voice, and an insistent defiance against erasure.
