Donna and Walt’s Obamadventure:
Several steps from history…
Washington, DC, January 2009
Donna and Walt arrive
in
Walt drops off Donna
at her brother’s in
Donna tries to pacify
her nephews by out-jamming them on
Guitar Hero; she has only moderate success at jamming and pacification.
Walt
watches some of the opening concert at the Lincoln Memorial. He doesn’t
see
much as he’s across the river in the SUV going 50 mph on his way to his
friends
Dave and Carol’s. But he listens to the
concert on the radio. Todd is at that moment near the monument trying
to work
his way past annoying security guards randomly enforcing rules. As Walt
listens
to the concert, he drives past homages to other past presidents – the
Lincoln
Memorial,
Walt picks up Donna from her brother’s and heads to Todd’s. But first they stop by the Smithsonian Udvar-Hazy Air & Space Museum Annex to check out some patriotic products of American technology, such as the Enola Gay, the SR-71 Blackbird, the Space Shuttle Enterprise, and the Concorde. Well, the Concorde was actually built by the French, who are far too wimpy to be considered American. But the French did help us during our Revolution and they did give us the Statue of Liberty, not to mention tasty varieties of salad dressing, fries, toast, and kissing. From the observation tower, Donna and Walt also watch several planes land – many bearing a nice post-election, inaugural-themed message for the country: “United”.
Donna, Walt, and Todd
embark on one of the fastest,
roller-coasteriest city bus rides ever experienced. The driver took
corners like the bus was on
rails. Everyone held on for dear life; bags went flying off seats onto
the floor. At one point, the bus nearly ran over a car coming from the
other direction that had crossed over the double line (only Walt,
sitting up front, noticed this). After a thankfully less-thrilling
subway ride, they arrive at Mark and
Haejin’s one-bedroom apartment, which is beneath their family
residence. This
was luxury accommodations on
The three settle into sleeping bags, hopeful for a good night’s rest before the big day.
2:00 am,
Tuesday – 10
hours from inauguration
Sirens blare outside
the apartment as emergency vehicles
speed up and down
Multiple alarms go off to wake everyone up. Walt gets up. Several minutes later Todd and Donna rise. They groggily turn on the TV to see reports of people already streaming into the Mall. Well, they aren’t going to be first.
They leave the
apartment and start down
8:00 am –
4 hours from
inauguration
The first casualty of the day: Walt stumbles off a step and does a face plant onto marble. Did the builders really have to use such a hard stone?! Fortunately, it is just a minor bruise and Walt is able to carry on. It is not to be the last casualty of the day though.
The direct route to the Mall is blocked and Donna, Walt, and Todd have to detour up and down streets, through mobs of people, and over a bridge of ticket holders entering a tunnel on I-395. At one point they even have to bushwhack through brush. Donna never thought she’d be doing that in D.C.
More detours. Todd’s back starts to spasm and he needs to slow down – another casualty. Donna and Walt nearly lose Todd in the crowd several times. They finally reach a checkpoint. There are lots of military, but no metal detectors or hand-searches. However, everyone has to squeeze through a two-foot opening to get onto the Mall. It was about this time that Walt and Donna realize that the “bushwhacking” they did was actually a relevant pun; so don’t feel bad if you didn’t get the pun when you first read it above.
The three finally
finish their
9:00 am –
3 hours from
inauguration
Still cold. Donna and
Walt start envying their colleague
Ted. Even though Ted is currently in
10:00 am
– 2 hours
from inauguration
Still so very cold. Donna can’t stop shivering and has lost feeling in her feet and fingers. Her teeth start chattering. She makes a break for it to forage for some hot chocolate. Shortly afterward, a group of teenage boys sit down next to Todd and Walt and huddle into their best impersonation of Emporer penguins during a long Antarctic winter night.
Walt starts to think that Donna is a deserter, that she’s found some secret warm spot and left Todd and Walt to suffer alone. But she finally returns with hot chocolate for everyone. Donna is a hero. The hot chocolate warms everyone up a bit, but seeing the “penguin colony” nearby, Donna sits down next to them to try to get warmer. The crowds start to pour in a bit and the field behind the monument begins to fill.
11:00 am
– 1 hour from
inauguration
Donna notices the abundance of fur coats. Who would wear a fur coat to an event like this? And over sweats and ski bibs? But they’re at least warm…or warmer anyway. Donna’s teeth are in danger of some serious enamel damage as they chatter incessantly from the cold weather.
Though the
They settle into a spot about half-way between the monument and the port-a-potties. The sound is audible, though it tends to go in and out depending on the gusts of the wind. The video would be viewable except for the fact there appear to be several basketball teams in the crowd. Donna is disappointed in Aretha’s singing. Neither Todd nor Walt notice.
Well, actually not quite time for the inauguration. Things are running slightly behind and Yo-Yo Ma is playing the cello at the scheduled time. Donna is also disappointed in Mr. Ma’s playing, or more accurately, disappointed in the music written by John Williams. The guy writes the Star Wars theme and this is the best he can come up with? Neither Todd nor Walt notice.
Did Obama just flub his line? Or did Justice Roberts flub his prompting? Oh well, it’s over now. Wild cheers from the crowd. Yay! Everyone can go home now and get out of this cold! Oh wait, there’s still the speech
Obama finishes his speech. More wild cheering, but cut rather short as folks bolt to get out of the cold, many hoping to catch a Metro train before the lines get long.
Port-a-potty stop. This is one thing the planners got right (a most important thing to get right): they had more than enough port-a-potties. Even as everyone is leaving en masse there is still no line to use the bathroom. Apparently someone’s math is very good and the right calculations were made when the order came in for “toilets for two million people, please”.
Todd announces that he has tweaked his knee. Now he’s a double-casualty. But he soldiers on. Like lemmings, the crowd is all heading to either a dead-end or at the least a very constricted exit. Todd breaks trail against the grain of the crowd and bushwhacks (there’s that term again) a path back toward open space to find another exit.
Off the Mall and onto
the serpentine path through the
streets. Donna, Walt, and Todd scale multiple jersey barriers and
navigate past
tour buses and military humvees. At one point, Walt is asked by a
harried
gentleman if he was near where the parade started. Uh no, sorry sir,
the parade
starts on the other side of the Mall, at least a mile away; and you’ll
never get
through security in time anyway. Todd is asked for directions to the
L’Enfant
Metro Station. He does the best he can, but who knows which streets are
closed;
they may have ended up in
A run-in with Abe
Lincoln on
They pass the line
for the Capitol South Metro station – it
extends up from the bowels of the station and winds around the block.
Nice not
to be riding the Metro right now! A few minutes later, they are finally
back at
Mark and Haejin’s and can start trying to warm up. Donna’s teeth
continue to
chatter for several more hours.
Donna is at her
friend Fiona Lo’s place and Todd is at work.
Walt revisits the scene of the crime a day later. There is trash
everywhere.
Port-a-potties still line the Mall. He heads to the Lincoln Memorial to
bring
the inaugural tour full-circle since Obama’s inauguration theme “A New
Birth of
Freedom” celebrated
Walt has a memorable
moment in the
After Walt leaves
Todd’s and picks up Donna, Walt and Donna
reach
Donna and Walt
prepare to board their flight back to
Home. Warm. Sleep.
Finally.
What It Means
The experience we had was a once in lifetime event, but as we hope we humorously conveyed above, it was difficult at times. We got little sleep, there were huge crowds, it was bitter cold, and there was unseemly hawking of kitschy souvenirs. At the event itself, it was difficult to hear everything and almost impossible to see much. There was some disappointment in the ceremony – heck, apparently we didn’t even witness the real swearing in (thank you, Justice Roberts; how about practicing your lines a bit next time?!). In all this chaos, we couldn’t help but sometimes wonder if it was all worth it. And as is often the case amid such excitement, we didn’t really have a chance to think about what being at the inauguration meant to us. However, after some time to reflect on it, we’ve each written our thoughts below. We apologize in advance for the sappiness and sentimentality.
Donna:
Nearly a year ago I
was in
I went to
I continue to be inspired by our new leader to find my humanitarian, and carry with me the “Yes We Can” attitude to give back and make a difference. He raised his voice to some saying “people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy.” For me this was the most powerful statement in the inaugural address. I will take this with me in my own responsibility as an American citizen. I will continue to travel to experience global cultures. I will continue to raise awareness for charitable causes. And I will fight for educational equality in the community I grew up in.
Walt:
For me, the meaning
didn’t truly hit me until the day after
the inauguration. Donna had gone to her friends’ place, Todd had gone
to work.
I had the day to myself. After visiting the Lincoln Memorial, I stopped
in the
As I sat there eating, a family sat down at the table across the aisle. An African-American family: mother, father, and two little girls. The two little girls were twins, about three years old. They were dressed in identical double-breasted black wool waist-coats with little gold buttons and an American flag on their lapels. Pink scarves swirled from their necks. Their hair was done in twin braided pig-tails. Their big walnut-colored eyes took in their surroundings. Quite simply, these were the two cutest girls you will ever see.
Their father put down a tray of hot dogs and red punch for them. One of the girls spilled her punch and the father gave an exasperated sigh. The girl dropped her eyes in sadness and embarrassment. For a moment, it looked like she might cry. As the dad started to clean up, he looked at and said that it was okay; the girl’s eyes brightened again and she bit into her hot dog.
And I thought:
What does Barack
Obama’s inauguration mean to me? It means
that progress comes – not always and rarely quick – but it comes. On