[Actually not by Jack anymore, although he did me the great favor of posting the first draft for me. — NanuqFC]
Thanks to tickets provided by the Inaugural Committee by virtue of my having been a member of the Electoral College for Vermont, I was 100 yards from the podium in front of the Capitol.
From the nearest-to-DC Arlington stop on the Metro (we left at 6 a.m.), it took us 3.5 hours to get to our seats, then another two hours to wait for the festivities to begin (temperature: 19 degrees). It was crowded, Metro stations closed as trains emptied near the Capitol, then re-opened. Some people with tickets who had started earlier than we did ended up not getting in to the ticketed area (capacity: 240,000 people, sitting and standing).
It was a genial and sometimes joyful crowd. Streets from Metro stations were wall-to-wall people of all colors and from all states, all heading in the same direction.
As Inauguration time neared, on the Jumbotron screen ahead and to our right, the soon-to-be-President was shown walking down a hallway in the Capitol building, looking perhaps a bit daunted by the tasks ahead, by the gift and burden of a people’s belief in his abilities to bring about what he has promised: change. Not afraid, not at all, but serious and in full recognition of how difficult it will be and of all the hopes and tears riding on his shoulders.
Occasional chants of “O-bama! O-bama! O-bama!” and “Yes. We. Can!” filtered forward from the mass of millions occupying the National Mall toward the steps of the Capitol. We turned around and saw a sea of red, white and blue as they all waved their flags. The Reflecting Pool was frozen solid enough for handfuls of people to venture out on it.
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Aretha Franklin put soul into “My Country ‘Tis of Thee.” YoYo Ma and Itszak Perlman plus others despite the cold made John Williams arrangement of “Simple Gifts” sound special.
When Rick Warren began giving the “invocation,” my spouse and I stood up, turned our backs, and I raised my rainbow scarf in silent, non-disruptive protest of the man’s publicly expressed bigoted beliefs about marriage equality. There was not much reaction from the people around us. A 30-something woman sitting arm-in arm with a man about the same age smiled and nodded at us. An older black man with a long-lensed camera in the row right behind us said, “Protest all you want, but could you move a little that way so I can get this shot?”
Warren’s words were fairly predictable and not especially offensive, unless you were not a Christian — he made no space for anyone of any other religion to be part of his invocation, ending with what some Christians call the “Our Father” and others call “The Lord’s Prayer.”
Cheers greeted former Vice President Al Gore and former Presidents Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton. The grassroots rabble on the Mall actually booed when soon-to-be-former Vice President Dick Cheney was wheeled onto the Capitol balcony in a wheel chair, and when George W. Bush finally showed up. Most people in our section did not boo and were willing to give at least the office its due and stood when the departing President was announced.
It was amazing to hear Barack Obama take the Oath. And in his inauguration speech he clearly repudiated the past 8 years of fear and fascism. It was being a witness, being part of the crowd, breathing the air, sharing the joy, smiling at strangers in hours-long lines, and having them smile back. Confessing to other first-time DC visitors and local residents alike that I had cried at my first close-up sight of the Capitol the day before. Best button: “I Was There! Barack Obama’s Inauguration” and variations on that theme.
One of my temporary flat-mates reported that the folks on the National Mall also booed Joe Lieberman (tough crowd!). Before she got out of the National Mall, the helicopter carrying FORMER President George Bush flew low overhead. The crowd sang to the departing W: “Na na nah na, Na na nah na, Hey, he-ey, goo-oodbye!”
It took 2 hours to get from our seats back to Arlington, and we were so cold, having stood and sat in the cold for 8-plus hours, that all we wanted was warmth, a bathroom, and some food, in that order. We watched the parade on TV.
Best close-up celebrity sighting: in the security line for over an hour a few people ahead of us stood actress Alfre Woodard. I went over to say how much I appreciated her work as a fan from Vermont. She asked where, and I gave the answer I give to anyone I assume hasn’t a clue about the state: “Up near the Canadian border.” “But where?” she asked again. “East of St. Albans, if you know where that is,” I said. “I know St. Albans,” she said. We wished each other the joy of the day and resumed our places in the slow ooze of the crowd toward the security gates. Also present (by report) in our section of seats: Actors Jamie Foxx and Haille Berry.
It was a most amazing day, and I am glad and proud to have been a part of it.
NanuqFC
The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace and brotherhood. – MLK, Jr.
Bonus celebrity sighting: Waiting to meet a friend outside Union Station on Wednesday afternoon, I saw Jesse Jackson headed into the station followed by a red cap pushing a luggage trolley.