Obama Inauguration 2009

Inauguration Day: Metro Train Ride to the Swearing-In Ceremony

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

Here is a video of my Metro (subway) train ride to the Inauguration Ceremony. There were thousands of people on the crowded trains. The Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authorities (WMATA) closed several train stops (including the one I needed based on my swearing-in ceremony ticket — Federal Center S.W.).

Although I wasn’t able to capture it in the video below, the subway personnel instructed us (in a very loud voice) to “keep it moving” to help the crowds exit through the train doors, to put our tickets through the reader, to ride the escalator up and out onto the streets. These instructions became a fun chant for the upbeat Inauguration train riders.

A Shift is in the Air if WE Choose it.

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
Obama Love in front of Legendary Ben's Chilli Bowl

Obama Love in front of Legendary Ben's Chilli Bowl

On inauguration night we decided to check out how the everyday people of D.C. party (read: we didn’t have tickets to any fancy balls).

We started out at Bohemian Caverns on U street, where our D.C. host, Shea Van Horn, was spinning that night. In the grotto-themed basement, we fell in love with The Love Language, an indie rock band out of North Carolina. Shea’s eclectic mix of indie rock, electro and good juicy ass shakers had the crowd sweaty and ecstatic upstairs. Everyone would periodically erupt into Obama chants between numbers. His set was followed by a DJ tag team crew out of DC called FatBack. These guys kept it going strong as they each took turns working tracks on vinyl and MP3 from a computer, anything goes in DC it seems.

Shea and Lisa at dinner before heading out

Shea and Lisa at dinner before heading out

After a few drinks we headed over to a little bar called The Duplex Diner, to meet up with some more friends. I felt I needed to reconnect with all the rowdy married men I’d met a few nights before and see how they were feeling on this most auspicious night.

Edaurdo and Matt at the Diner, Married and Hot

Edaurdo and Matt at the Diner, Married and Hot

By this time, the conversation around the day’s events had devolved to discussion of Michelle’s dress. Some found the strap too wide, others wanted to see bolder color, but everyone agreed that she was beautiful. Shea and his lover have been together for over 10 years and my other favorite couple Matt and Eduardo have been together for nine. Matt and Eduardo had actually gotten married in Spain, Eduardo’s home country, recently. After many drinks, dancing and enjoying the incredible energy of the evening we found ourselves back and Shea’s until five a.m. discussing what it means to be married and what it means to us.

Being gay is interesting because even with in all the various kinds of racial stratification in America, gays within those groups find themselves marginalized again by their own families, their culture, and finally, the culture at large. Gay culture has always been the home of the “others”, whatever “other” you might happen to be you are welcome here as long as you have a sense of humor. A sense of humor seems to be what’s gotten “us” to this point. Gays of all kinds are still fighting for rights all around the planet—just Google Proposition 8.

So we, who are often the minority within a minority, find ourselves equally as hopeful that somehow this maturing of a world-centric perspective, will see us stretch ourselves even further to include all of us. That we will see this country actually living up to the great standards set all those years ago with the creation of our Constitution, probably the most World-centric vision ever to manifest on Earth at the time. The problem was, most of the people voting and participating in this democracy were not acting from that level of development. Deep egocentric and ethnocentric currents became embedded in our institutions and local governments, divisive currents of “us” against “them” made into law. It’s our duty to undo these transgressions, heal these wounds, and realize the vision of inclusiveness this country was founded upon.

Growing up in generation X and WE, we find these transgressions unbelievable. We inherit the daunting task of rooting out and changing laws that no longer represent us as a people. This is the essence of an active, healthy Republic. Many of us have felt powerless to change something that seems to complex, so entrenched. We decide instead to heed the words of visionaries like Ghandi and change ourselves, to work on what we can with people around and us and make a difference in whatever small ways we can. This is another path to the same end. I believe the day is here when we can finally see what that kind of on-the-ground inner and outer work produces. We have grown, we have changed, there really is hope. What we can’t do is leave it up to anyone else any more. We have to be the ones that hold Obama and every leader at every level to task. They either represent us or we take them down. They are not what created this beautiful moment, we are.

I’d like to see a day when we can let people who love each other be together just like anyone else. When being an American means what it was initially intended to mean—someone who is all of the strength of their individuality, their ethnic heritage AND a citizen of this great country. I think now we are now on the cusp of recognizing ourselves as members of ONE human race and as integral members of the  family of all living things that is this planet. The circle of belonging transcends and includes. We can be ourselves AND a part of something much greater.

We can learn to move in this complex space with ease and grace and develop new tools that help us grow. We can help each other and save this planet from a vision of separateness that doesn’t truly represent WHO WE ARE. We are meant for bigger things, we are meant to BE better to each other. This process never ends, this evolution is what we are here to do consciously now. We have created a beautiful moment in history right now. We can keep this momentum if we choose to. We can realize that this process never ends and embrace that if we choose to. We can design our world view to include all that IS, not resist everything we are afraid of, if we choose to. We can develop new ways of being with each other that lift us up and push us forward. We can let love in all its forms change us and make us into everything we came here to be.

We have created something amazing here and if we hold this in our awareness and let it really resonate we can take this with us. There is an enormous amount of work to do, but after talking with hundreds of people these past few days I’m more than confident that we can do this.

Inauguration Tickets of Doom

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
The Coveted Ceremony Ticket

The Coveted Ceremony Ticket

Disclaimer: This is the story the news won’t tell you: How the Inauguration Committee just screwed everyone over.

I was = excited when I received news that I would be receiving tickets to the inauguration of President Obama. The line to pick up the ticket at my congressional office was about 40 minutes long, not bad considering some people waited more than three hours.

On inauguration day, Estee —my awesome friend who hosted me for the week—and I headed out from Chinatown DC, which is less than a mile away from the Capital building around 5am.

The walk turned into a nightmare when we realized all the streets were closed and we were not allowed access. We went all the way around the barricades to where the Purple ticket holders were being allowed in, only to be told we were at the wrong place. We then had to haul it all the way back to the back for a good 5 five blocks in the 12 degree weather to go under the 3rd street tunnel which almost took us to Virginia. It was a very long walk underneath the city’s infrastructure, and quite cold.

When we finally arrived to the entryway, we made our way to more closed streets and found our way into the Silver ticket area that was extremely crowded and cold.

We waited for a good four hours before we started getting delirious.

By 11am, we realized we had not moved by much and people were not budging. Some were saying that the entry was on the lefthand side and I overheard people saying they didn’t have tickets.

How they got to the actual gateway without tickets was the problem. Most of the people blocking the way were people that were not ticket holders and had scrambled their way into the area. They were completely blocking the entry ways and were not at all concerned.

Estee and I decided that we were not going to put up with that and let out inner ghetto-queens come out. I had not flowed all the way from East LA and endured this crazy cold weather only to stand in a crowd of people and not see anything at all.

We started making our way to the left side of Maryland and 3rd St., pushing our way out.

“I need to pee!” I yelled out.

Some other people who got hip to the game started following us. By this point the speeches were beginning and we only had a short time. Twenty minutes later, we came out victorious to the other side of wall of hundreds of people only to be told by the officers that we were not going to be let inside.

WHAT?!

“We are ticket holders and you are going to let us in!” Estee yelled at the officer.

Sure enough, he resigned his position and let us in as we rushed our way into the lawn area.

We arrived just in time to see Barack Obama take his fumbled oath. (Seriously, how could Chief Justice Roberts flub up the oath the way he did?)

Nonetheless, “seeing” the oath is relative. We couldn’t really see anything, there were trees blocking the way, and there were no jumbo trons for our area and everyone was standing.

The speaker system was lousy and everything sounded like an echo. The oath took about 30 seconds and Obama’s speech as about 20 minutes long.

We were in line for 5 hours to see a 30 second oath and a 20 minute speech.

While the inauguration itself was a historic moment in our Nations history, much of the televised coverage depicted was not accurate. Ticket holders were treated the worst, and some never made it inside their designated areas. Meanwhile, those that showed up to be a part of the event took hold of the Mall area and its jumbo trons had best time. Facebook groups have already begun to form. And yes, I also started one.

2009 Inaugural Ceremony Tickets Nearly Killed Me!

Purplegate – “Let Us In!”

Survivors of the Purple Tunnel of Doom

At the end of the day, with the thousands of people that arrived, the Metro was completely shut down, since the streets were closed off, buses could not run, and taxi’s were not available. There was nothing to do but walk in the 20 degree weather and hope for the best.

Once the festivities were over, everyone was instructed to move one direction and there was no way we were going back into the tunnel of doom, which in retrospect was bad choice, we were then held hostage under “security measures” and not allowed to leave the lawn until the inaugural parade was over. Add another three hours in the cold weather with nowhere to sit and nothing to eat.

We saw the motorcade with Obama and family and the Bidens. By this point, it was hard to be excited. Really wished I had stayed home and watched in on CNN online.

Overall, we were finally allowed to leave around 3:30pm and we arrived home, walking off course, around 5pm, a whole 12 hours later.

I was so exhausted I did not go to any, which is ironic because I was staying 2 blocks away from the convention center.

The best part of the day was heating up a frozen lasagna, popping a champagne and watching the balls on CNN online.

Overall, the whole thing was OVERRATED.

Inauguration Day: Blue Ticket Blues

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

blue-gate

Although I feel extremely lucky to be in the nation’s capital during the Inauguration of President Barack Obama, I was one of the unfortunate few that never made it past the security screening for the swearing-in event.

metro-station

Crowds at Metro Station

My morning began with heading down to the Mall area around 7 a.m. After facing massive crowds on the subway (Metro) and the closure of the designated Metro stop for my “blue” ticket, I reached the line for the blue ticket holders (before 8 a.m. and the opening of the gates). The blue area was full of people and completely disorganized. There weren’t any police, security, guides or Inauguration staff in the vicinity to ensure order.

After standing in the line for over an hour, the mass of ticket holders began encircling the line. People were shouting, “stop cutting” in hopes of preventing the disarray. However, no amount of chanting or “tsking” could prevent the confusion and chaos that erupted.

Crowd of Blue Ticket Holders

Crowd of Blue Ticket Holders

While standing in line (around 10-10:30 a.m.), an off-duty police officer who happened to be at the event told us that a generator had gone down. As a result, several blue gate security screening stations weren’t working, which affected the amount of people able to pass through the gate. However, the officer said we would all be admitted. (This unauthorized communication was the only information we received during this entire process.)

The people in the crowd began to amuse themselves by singing “The Star Spangled Banner,” “America the Beautifu,l” and other patriotic songs. (Oh, they also sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat.”) And after desperation set in as the clock inched closer to 11:30 a.m., the crowd began chanting: “Let us in. Let us in.”

My friends and I stood in this line for about four hours before finally realizing that we weren’t going to get through the security gate and screening. There were still thousands of people in front (and around) us. After hearing “Hail to the Chief” around 11:30 a.m., we realized we definitely weren’t getting in and headed back.

Outside the blue gate

Outside the blue gate

We were pretty disappointed with the lack of organization in the blue area. After attending the Democratic National Convention in Denver, Colo., I was amazed at how the DNC could be so safe and orderly in comparison to the chaos of the Inauguration swearing-in ceremony.

Empty security screening stations

Empty security screening stations

There have been several reports regarding ticket holders that were turned away. Although the blue section appears to have the most problems, the purple and silver sections also had ticket holders who didn’t gain access to the event. Reporters from the Washington Post and London’s The Telegraph wrote about these unfortunate incidents.

Although I didn’t end up witnessing the swearing-in ceremony in its “true” fashion, I am still happy that I traveled from Los Angeles to D.C. to be a part of the whole Inaugural event. The crowds remained mostly positive and upbeat despite the widespread disappointment. I met people from all around the world who were so inspired by Obama to make the trip. We all knew that we were just feet away from Barack Obama and this historic moment.

Inauguration Diary: The Balancing of America

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

securitycheckpoint

Despite the utter lack of organization in the streets and three hours spent running a maze of dead-end blockades and security checkpoints, we finally reached the “Silver ticket” reserved standing area (us and 250,000 other very special people). We made it in just before the ceremony began, though we set out at 7:30 am for a three-mile jaunt. At least one of the gates was closed, and we were told that the Silver area was full of gate-crashers without tickets. Ticket holders were turned away, and if not for our tenacity, we would have been among them. But when we got in to the Silver area we found that there was actually plenty of space. It was an exhausting adventure, but worth the effort to be present for the making of history.

I spoke with dozens of my fellow Americans throughout the day, as we were packed like sardines in the streets (love y’all, but would you please get out of my way?!). I was curious about where people were from—it turns out, everywhere! It’s so awesome that millions of people traveled from every corner of the country to be here today. Unlike other rallies and demonstrations I’ve attended in DC, it was a truly racially balanced crowd, and so beautiful to see. I’ve never seen so many Americans excited about a political figure before—only JFK comes close. And I’ll bet that this country has never seen so many engaged citizens, passionately committed to change. There’s a lot of work to do, and by the looks of it we’ve got a citizen’s corps at the ready.

silvergate

As I reflected on what this day means to so many people, I was again struck by the notion that something is balancing out in American society. On the flight to DC from San Francisco, I sat across the aisle from celebrated author ZZ Packer, who was also attending the inauguration. I shared a story with her about a friend in South Africa who had described the mood there on the day after Obama’s election saying, “It feels like a huge balancing has taken place, for all of Africa—from slaves to Freedom, and now from Freedom to Power—the most influential office in the world. People here are dancing in the streets like they did when Nelson Mandela became president.”

People of all races, all around the world are celebrating with us today. What is so surprising about racism is that it oppresses indiscriminately. It cuts both sides off from their basic humanity. As my Obamarama Tour mate Jared and I walked past the Washington Monument, we talked about this balancing and we thought that no amount of reparations or money could do for the African American community what today’s inauguration of Barack Obama has done. Sure there’s a long way to go, but we can all stand up taller when the glass ceiling shatters.

And if this wasn’t a monumental enough reason to celebrate, we are also now rid of our worst-ever President and the most pathetic excuse for a world leader, George W. Bush. As he was announced at the swearing-in ceremony, the crowd booed and began to sing, “nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, hey hey hey, good-bye.” Kind of a cheap parting kick in the ass amidst the pomp and circumstance, but still well deserved. “Good riddance,” we shouted at his helicopter as it took off from the Capitol.