It occurred to me while standing in front of the Captiol building that I wasn’t sure if I had told my parents I would be traveling to D.C. today for the March for Life.
So, hey mom. I went to D.C. today. Sorry I didn’t tell you.
I’ve been doing a lot of writing on busses lately. I’m currently traveling overnight on a bus back to Hillsdale after attending the March for Life.
Hillsdale Students for Life took over 100 students to attend the 2018 March for Life in Washington, D.C.. Although I travelled with the group, I was actually there reporting for the Hillsdale Collegian. With thousands of people packed onto the National Mall, it was quite the experience.
I reported on several protests over the summer while interning for The Federalist, but none of them were anywhere near this large. Covering events like protests is probably my favorite kind of journalism. It’s a boots-on-the-ground, high-energy kind of reporting. Even when the march was moving at a crawl, or not at all, I was having a good time.
Experiences like this only reinforces my decision to be a journalist. Most parts of journalism are not trips to Israel, high-profile scoops, or heart-pounding breaking news. They are two nights on a bus and long days of walking. They are hours spent going over footage and editing interviews. They are the drudgery behind the story.
But this trip also showed me another important aspect of journalism: community.
I was one of four reporters for the Collegian on the trip (although only two of us were actually acting as reporters for the march), and together we met up with several other Collegian writers, past and present.
During our downtime after the march, we wandered around D.C., talked about journalism, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Being in an office all night once a week brings people together in a unique way. We’re friends, colleagues, and fellow students. We switch from talking about our families to article ideas and back again.
But my community of journalists spreads even wider than the small pocket on Hillsdale’s campus. I had several other young journalists attending the March for Life reach out to me afterward to say they had also been in attendance and that we should have met up.
I know that journalism tends to be an industry where everyone knows everyone, but seeing this in action is encouraging. It’s nice to know that I won’t be alone in the workforce, that no matter where I end up, I’ll have some sort of connection.
In the end, today was about community: a community of pro-lifers, a community of journalists, a community of friends. No matter who you are or what you’re passionate about, you’ll have someone by your side.
Whether you’re talking, writing, or marching, there is always a community waiting to do it with you.