I’ve Got Your Back … And Some Olives


Lindsay Mustafa Davis -Olives3By Lindsay Mustafa Davis | Twitter: @lindsaymustafa

On Saturday, Jan. 21, a group of friends and I joined with about 500,000 people to march on Washington, D.C. Together, we marched to support freedom of speech, religion, and press; to welcome the stranger and foreigner; and to stand up for equal rights and treatment for people of color, Muslims, women, immigrants, the disabled, and other oppressed groups.

What I will remember most will not be the speakers, as wonderful as they were, nor the signs, as hilarious and powerful as they were, nor my feet, as tired and sore as they were after 13 hours of work.

What I will remember most, is how a small crowd of people helped us when one of our friends collapsed in the midst of pre-march activities.

When Fatema collapsed into our friend Lauren’s arms, suffering from cramps and faintness, the crowd immediately cleared a space wide enough for Lauren to lay her down. One marcher led the crowd around us in an organized call for a medic as we made Fatema comfortable. They kept the chanting up until two volunteer physicians and an EMT, who was also marching, arrived.

As the EMT attended to Fatema and the physicians supervised, the marchers on the edge of our crowd prevented a ball being bounced around the audience from getting too close to Fatema by either deflecting it with their own hands or making motions to push it away and yelling, “Keep it back!”

While the music, chanting, and cheering continued, the EMT rubbed Fatema’s hands and legs while our friend Denise made her a pillow with her jacket. Another marcher gave up her spare coat so Fatema could use it as a blanket, and yet another offered us a collapsible chair.

When the EMT told us Fatema was experiencing cramps due to dehydration, the people around us gave us their precious peanuts, protein bars, and Propel to nourish and strengthen her, even though they would need it as they marched in the hours ahead.

Lauren even offered her olives, shocking the EMT who couldn’t believe anyone would actually bring olives to a march. They chuckled over this and then fed Fatema the olives, one by one, her head propped up on her jacket-pillow.

But as Fatema lay on the ground and tried to relax, tears still filled her eyes. It’s hard to be the center of attention in a crowd, especially when you’re not feeling well. Through it all, the EMT and Denise continued to stroke her hair and hands. Our crowd continued to make room for her, keep watch for her, and ask those in our group periodically how she was doing.

Finally, Fatema felt well enough to sit and, eventually, stand upright. The EMT helped her to her feet as our crowd cheered. Fatema’s smiling, tear-free, thankful face was radiant as she hugged her EMT angel. Then, to help Fatema keep her newly released muscles relaxed, the EMT led our small crowd through “stretches of solidarity” with Fatema.

I finally got a good look at the EMT as she led us through the stretches, and I saw her sweater, which had two stick figures. One was smiling and holding a line, the other was frowning and missing its stick-back. The caption above them read, “I’ve got your back.”

Before the EMT left, I thanked her for living up to the words on her sweater, and she looked down and looked back up at me, incredulous, saying, “I’d forgotten I was wearing this today!”

She had stayed true to her accidental motto. She had shown love, support, and solidarity to a stranger. She had Fatema’s back. And the crowd did, too.

In the midst of chaos, we became community. We became a new way of life and love in a difficult yet hopeful time.

We became the love we are calling others to give.

And I know that in all of these small acts that wonderful Saturday, we turned the love we’ve been dreaming of into a reality, one we will continue to live into because it’s ingrained in us. All we have to do is let it out through those small acts every day.

We became love by marching, having one another’s backs, and sharing olives.


About Lindsay:

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I am a recent M.Div graduate from Eastern Mennonite Seminary and a blogger at lindsaymdavis.com. I am passionate about social justice, geek culture, theology, and their intersections. I enjoy doing kettlebell workouts while binge-watching Netflix shows, and I look forward to marrying my best friend/partner in crime later this year.




  1. Fatema Girnary says:

    Beautifully written Lindsay! Reading this reminded me so vividly of how vulnerable I felt being in the middle of a crowd and then how strong I began to feel knowing the crowd had my back! Thank you for all the kindness you all showed me! And that EMT was awesome; wish I remembered her name!

  2. Michelle Burger says:

    Your story brought tears to my eyes! I had seen pictures of some of the posters from the March and my impression was there seemed to be so much negativity and hate. It was so great to hear a story of exactly the opposite happening there.

    • Lindsay says:

      There was SO MUCH LOVE there! I’m glad I could offer a small glimpse into it for you and others 🙂

  3. Great story of the sisterhood coming together!! We need to cling to these bright moments in the midst of the darkness!

  4. I was close enough to you during the event to realize something was happening, but not within immediate proximity. I remember hearing the chants for medical attention, and we joined in, even though we couldn’t see the reason it was needed. I’m so glad to hear everything worked out and that Fatema recovered and was so supported!

    • Lindsay says:

      Wow! I’m so glad you found our story! Thank you for joining us and for your well wishes! March on, sister!

  5. Lauren Martinez says:

    Lindsay, since we met I’ve really enjoyed reading your work. You’re a beautiful writer and have such a way of capturing the spirit of things and sharing your unique view of the world. Can’t wait to keep reading as you keep sharing your gifts with the world!

    • Lindsay says:

      Thank you so much, Lauren, for reading and your compliments! I loved marching with you and continue to love getting to know you. Blessings!!

  6. So much of what we call “love” is showing up with whatever we have in our hands: olives, a kettle of soup, an hour of time to listen. They seem small to us, but God has a way of multiplying our efforts. Thanks for yours.

    • Lindsay says:

      Amen, sister! This experience helped me become more thankful for the small acts of everyday love and to continue to pray they may multiply. Thank you for reading!

  7. LOVE this so much Lindsay. I love that T-shirt and all that it says about the ‘better angels of our nature’ and the way it reflects what so many of us experienced on marches that day around the world and since. As you say, we let it out, let it shine through small acts of every day. Thank you for this beautiful and touching reminder (and I’m glad Fatema was ok in the end!)

    • Lindsay says:

      Thank you so much for reading, Naomi! It really was a beautiful experience, this one told in my story and the marches as a whole. Do you have any march stories you’d be willing to share?

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