The March of all Marches

“March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb.” So goes the saying. Here in the Southern Hemisphere, March brings the final days of summer and soon the first days of fall. March signals the massive return of vacationers to Santiago, massive traffic jams and the start of the school year. It’s the same every year. Well, almost.

       This March the atmosphere is charged with anxiety. Multiple protests and marches are scheduled, which sadly means the continuation of violence and vandalism in the streets which began last October. I agree with what most of the protesters are demanding: improved pensions and greater access to health and educational opportunities. I abhor the vandalism that has sprung alongside these protests – looting, setting fire to museums and churches, destroying property in general. Downtown looks like a war zone, windows boarded up, walls covered with graffiti (“Kill the cops, down with the president, no more tolls”)

        Affected businesses have let employees go, resulting in hundreds of unemployed. Particularly worrying is the lack of respect for authority. In spite of pushing through reforms, the government has been unable to maintain public order in cities throughout the country.

            These worries are compounded by a severe lack of water, due to a 12 –year-long drought. The central valley of Chile, where Santiago is situated, is brown and parched. Farmers are suffering; animals are dying. This has been the hottest summer that I can remember.

            Is there a silver lining to be found in these dark clouds? Some. More bike lanes are being added to major thoroughfares and increasing numbers of Chileans resort to bikes and scooters to get about. New bright red electric rental bikes, owned by Uber, stand clustered at street corners. Most of the metro stations destroyed by protesting masked vandals have been repaired in a period of months. Delicious summer fruits - peaches, melons, grapes - still abound.

            The political situation in the States also has me on edge. I follow the news on CNN daily, hoping for some positive news, something to feel hopeful about. But the November elections are many months away. My hope beyond hope is that the President gets his marching orders.

What to do with all this waiting?  I think of the robin couple that frequents our backyard. Last month their two fledglings were mangled by a neighborhood feral cat, who generously left them on our doormat. A few days later the two robins began building a new nest in our avocado tree. Yesterday I noticed a gawky adolescent robin practicing flight patterns. So what to do when the world feels dark? Do as the robins did: try again.

Will I join the massive march planned for March 8th, International Women’s Day? I don’t like crowds, and my marching days are over. I think. I did go out to march with American women on the streets of Santiago just two years ago to protest the newly-elected U.S. president. I hope, if I do go to the streets again, it will be in celebration – for my two countries.