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Cynical, and a Little Jealous: England on Inauguration day

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

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Amid the rampant Obama-mania in the U.S., hearing opinions from across seas, from a cul-de-sac deep in the heart of rural England, can be endlessly refreshing.

“Did you watch the inauguration?”

“Inaugur-what?”

“The swearing-in of America’s new president, Barack Obama.”

“No. For a start, this is England. Who cares who America’s new President is? Anyone is going to be better than Bush.”

As far as some of my British friends are concerned, the mere fact that this new guy “isn’t Bush” is cause for celebration. Expectations are low in the pessimistic isle, because low expectations are more likely to be met. And according to the British public (at least, as far as I can infer) it’s not a good idea to set the bar too high for America, despite their seemingly sane choice for a new president.

Even those who aren’t particularly interested in American politics have adopted the opinion that President Bush’s eight years were a disaster, that he trashed America’s reputation (or, at least, fulfilled all the negative stereotypes that have been bred across seas) and was generally just a “retarded cowboy” (to quote British comedian Russell Brand, who has become a disturbingly influential force in the homeland.)

Anti-American sentiment in the U.K. has significantly grown during Bush’s presidency, roaring into mainstream culture at about the same time the movie Fahrenheit 9/11 was released (July 2004) before quieting to an apathetic lull in the past few years. News became opinion, opinion became gossip, gossip became stereotype, and suddenly everyone thought that “bad president” and “George Bush” went together like tea and biscuits. No argument. Everyone was willing to take part in the Bush-bashing party. Yet ask the average man-on-the-street (outside of London) to name three things that President Bush did during his presidency, good or bad, and you might find that popular opinion deflates like a balloon. The British, as Polly Toynbee from The Guardian explains, are “lazily cynical.” Rather than rejoice, they prefer to believe that “political passion is unfashionable, risky, naive, and destined for disappointment.”

Despite Toynbee’s declaration that Jan. 20 was accompanied by a world-wide “tidal wave of optimism”, reactions to the inauguration (for those I know who watched it in the UK) were pretty tame compared to election night. It was a very polite historical event, and Britain already has its fair share of those (Victory in England day, the Queen’s Speech, the Royal Variety Show… it can seem like one a week sometimes.) As is the case with such events, TV sets were tuned to BBC news and left on, buzzing in the background all day, keeping audiences plugged into what they kept being told was “an important day in history.”

Unlike election night, when that “tidal wave of optimism” was thick and clear around the world, inauguration day in Britain seems to have better suited the image of an ominously still lake. There was a “wait and see” attitude toward the celebrations. “I’ve got a bad feeling about today,” commented one Guardian reader. “Prepare for the worst,” wrote another. “Cynicism isn’t lazy,” explained a third. “It may be wrong but it isn’t lazy. Cynicism is bred of long despairing and we have been long despairing.”

The fears bubbled and frothed. Where is the story going to lead, working backwards from this happy ending? Are the troops really going to come back from Iraq now? Is the American government going to aid its poor, hungry, jobless, huddled masses yearning to breathe free? What’s going to be the new definition for that controversial word, “Israel”? There are too many questions for this new President to answer, and the cynics are waiting with abated breath for the storm to come. “As a purely historical observation,” wrote another Guardian commenter, “America doesn’t do “good” presidents or charismatic black leaders… at least, not for long.”

But having low-expectations (or even extremely morbid expectations) may simply be a sign of Britain’s own esteem issues. This is a country without cheerleaders, root beer, or Las Vegas. This is a country that ceded its power after centuries of global dominance only to watch America become master in a fraction of the time. It’s no wonder that the U.K. ranks 26th in a global study of self-esteem, a full 20 places behind the U.S. As British journalist Mark Austin bluntly puts it, “Barack Obama makes me jealous.”

Cynical. Optimistic. Jealous. Thankful. Scared. Happy. Historical events always spark a mish-mash of emotion. But there are only two words that will define the next 100 days… “We’ll see.”

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.

T-Minus 10 hours and Counting Until the Swearing-in Ceremony

Monday, January 19th, 2009

U Street

Today, I spent the majority of the day walking around the “Inauguration Washington, D.C.” As a person who calls this place “home” (my folks still live here), the District has really transformed into this buzzing and alive place. Obama hasn’t taken office yet but my “home” has changed already.

From the Historic U Street area to Ben’s Chili Bowl restaurant to the Washington Monument and Mall, the streets were full of people. I couldn’t tell the tourists from the natives. And there were tons of street vendors. It appears as though hundreds of people have figured out how to make money in this troubling economy—sell anything with Barack or Michelle Obama on it. There were the standard souvenir fare like t-shirts, hats, buttons and posters. Yet, I also came across unique and somewhat strange items like Obama earrings and condoms. Yes, this city is alive with Obama-mania!

After walking around downtown and the Mall, I headed into the Smithsonian to warm up and re-familiar myself with my favorite museum. I then walked back to the U Street area to visit one of my favorite places: Busboys and Poets. It’s a unique spot that’s a restaurant, bookstore, bar and venue for artists. I love it. Following an hour-long wait outside, I was able to enjoy a great dinner in one of the most eclectic places in town. (It is open 24/7 during the Inauguration festivities.)

My visit to D.C. has been almost magical. From getting tickets to the swearing-in ceremony to seeing my city with new eyes. I am hopeful that the “new” energy so easily seen in the nation’s capitol remains long after President-elect Obama has taken office tomorrow at 12 noon. Our new president has a tough road ahead to turn the state of the nation around (especially economically and in terms of international relations). Let’s all pledge to remember the excitement, hope and belief in the future of our country that we have right now. We’re going to need it.

Only a couple more hours until the ceremony….

Inauguration Diary: D.C. Here I Come!

Monday, January 19th, 2009

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Yes, I am going to the Inauguration 2009. And I must confess. I am feeling a little under-excited. And I honestly don’t know why. (Maybe it is the cold weather, the large crowds, the tremendous logistics involved, the financial expense, etc.) This is probably THE most historic presidency of my lifetime – at least that is what I am being told by almost everyone around me. And a part of me believes this statement. Whenever people super-hype things, I always take a teeny step back. (Maybe it is because I personally believe I will witness tons of firsts—including a woman elected president, other people of color as president, or global leaders in addition to the greatest thing of all —world peace and an end to terrorism.)

With that being said, I will probably become swept up in the moment once I arrive to DC (via two planes..sigh). The presidency of Barack Obama is something truly worthy of celebrating. The United States has a chance to change course.

So why the sense of trepidation about this fantastic moment? Well, I can’t help but think of the costs of this super Inauguration spent by myself, others and the United States government while this country is in a serious recession/depression. And I am trying to remember the thousands of people that are losing and have lost their jobs during the economic fallout.

But I guess I’m digressing from the beauty of the moment.The Obama electoral win shows that the United States has (at some level) shifted its consciousness to a place where people are being judged by the content of their character and not the color of their skin, which was Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream. There is no coincidence that Obama was elected during this time in history and will assume the presidency the day after MLK’s birthday. There are no coincidences.

This consciousness shift is the main reason I am getting excited. I am getting pumped up to witness this incredible moment in history.. IN PERSON. Yes, I will be there on the U.S. Capitol steps (I can’t believe I actually got a ticket!) watching the ONLY 2008 presidential candidate I believed in become the leader of our country.

Okay, I’m getting excited writing this post. Stay tuned on my adventures back to DC (my home) to participate and observe in this tremendous time in history. (I will be twittering it too. Follow me on Twitter.)

Yes, I’m tingling a little bit now. An intelligent, hopeful, trustworthy, compassionate man—who happens to be a man of color—will be our next president in three whole days!! Woo hoo!

Inauguration Diary:From Los Angeles to Washington D.C—Longest. Flight. Ever.

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

BLACKOUT FLORIDA

I left my warm and cozy apartment in East Los Angeles at 5:30am and didn’t arrive in Washington D.C until 10:30pm. Not only was this the longest flight in the universe, but the most nightmarish layover in Boston, ever. Thank you Priceline!

Since LAX is a complete nightmare, I didn’t want to run the risk of missing my place (it’s happen before!) I checked in one of my bags (which I had to pay $15 for) and then headed over to security to completely be stripped away of all self dignity. (Really? Do you really need to know what’s inside my shoes? I promise I am not hiding any explosives in my socks.)

Then, I had a layover in the worst airport in the world. Logan, Boston. It was ridiculously cold, freezing, and in case you didn’t know, each terminal is like it’s own mini-airport.

So I had to jump on a little bus, to go from Terminal C to Terminal B, THANK GOD I had taken my jacket and gloves with me. Enduring horrible freezing temperatures is new to me and frankly, I am not a fan. The cold and wind stung my face little tiny microscopic slaps. I had to run, with my laptop bag, my carry-on bag and my wet Ugg boots, because, of course, I stepped on a big pile of snow.

I had to go through security all over again. By this time, it was 5:55pm ET and my flight left to DC left at 6pm. I decided that there was no way I was missing my flight and ran from the check point to terminal 18. I was in my heavy wool coat, hat, scarves, gloves, laptop bag, and carry-on running through an airport I had never been in

Finally, I see a big 18 terminal sign with great big windows and my plane slowly moving away. Cue freak out:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

I wanted to cry. I was tired, exhausted, cold, wet, and my hair was icicles. Jason, the guy working the desk took pity on me.

“You on the 6pm to DC?”

“I was suppose to be!” I responded almost in tears.

“Your flight has been delayed.”

OMG. Wow. The snow gods must have taken pity on me.
He said something about a malfunctioning plane and too much ice on the tarmac, but honestly at that point I wasn’t paying much attention. I hadn’t missed my flight!

So there I was, stranded now in Boston, only to realize there was no free wi-fi, none power outlets worked for my dead laptop, and I was hungry.

After what seemed hours, we finally boarded, and I arrived in DC to encounter more cold, minus the snow. My friend, Estee, had advised me that I could take the Yellow Metro from Reagan to the Convention Center. For $1.35, I, alongside many others with suitcases, got on the Metro and headed towards DC.

From an airport to a metro to the city: easy transportation. Wish we had something like that in Los Angeles!

Seven stops later, I was in Chinatown, DC, and had finally arrived to witness one of our nation’s most historic moments… and all I kept thinking was… “I wish I would have packed more socks.”

To Be Continued……