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Impressions from the White House Lawn After Bin Laden's Death
Posted on 05/02/11 in Uncategorized
NOTE: I will post some videos to my YouTube Channel if I find some time to corroborate this blog. I have at least a dozen clips from this morning. Here is my personal experience from May 2, 2011 from 2:30am-4:00am on the North Lawn of the White House, Washington, DC
Left Bethesda at 2:00am.
Arrived at 17th and Eye St. at 2:30am and easily found parking.
Walking south down 17th toward the White House I saw dozens of revelers going the opposite direction, some staggering from drink, and most of them draped in American flags.
Moments later I was amid the throng immediately in front of the North Lawn of the White House. It was a peaceful celebration, and at age 33, I was one of the oldest present. The mediant age was probably 20.
I remember being at The Capitol for Obama's inauguration, and I very keenly remember September 11, 2001 and the events that followed. Each of those times I had felt a solidarity with my fellow citizens--a swelling pride from inside my heart that warmed my belly--a sense of hope, unity--a glorious shout to the heavens that, "We are all human beings, and we are alive and seeking to be the best we can be! This is the America of our Forefathers!"
I remember being at The Capitol for Obama's inauguration, and I very keenly remember September 11, 2001 and the events that followed. Each of those times I had felt a solidarity with my fellow citizens--a swelling pride from inside my heart that warmed my belly--a sense of hope, unity--a glorious shout to the heavens that, "We are all human beings, and we are alive and seeking to be the best we can be! This is the America of our Forefathers!"
I did not get any of that earlier this morning, and I was really looking. This was an awkward mob comprised mostly of college students shouting things like, "Fuck Osama!!" and "This is What Happens when you Fuck with America!" followed by deafening chants of "U-S-A! U-S-A!" I saw some uniformed Army and Marines who had gone down to attend the gathering, and they were standing along the sidelines looking ambivalent. I can't know what they were thinking, but I imagine they had a sense that this was a trivial perhaps even insulting demonstration. A girl of about 20, stripped to her bra, was on her boyfriends shoulders waving a large American flag and screaming incoherently. The rest of the crowd would swell and abate depending on the proximity of the TV cameras, which would illicit the most shouting. This wasn't the Freedom movement of the 1960's, this was "let's get on TV!"
Around 3:30am, things began to disintegrate into smaller groups. There was a breakdancing "Stomp the Yard/You Got Served" dance-off circle. A marijuana circle. A Washington Capitals, "Let's Go Caps!" circle. A few more girls got on shoulders in their bras, but the cameras were gone, and that died quickly (though, there were several shouts of "Show us your titties! A very Bourbon Street atmosphere). By 4am, thousands were several hundred, and the numbers were continuing to thin out.
The spectacle was entertaining, but it was not inspiring or uplifting. In fact, it was embarrassing. It felt more like a Mardi Gras celebration from my Tulane Days--a bunch of college kids too young to accurately recall September 11 that had found a great excuse for blowing off steam from finals week. I know because twelve years ago, I was doing the same thing. It was a display of machismo and bravado ultimately aimed at glorifying the death of one man rather than providing a rallying point for a a sense of a victory or national pride. However, at about 3:40am, a young man of about 20-23 stepped into the dance circle and made some remarks about those that had lost their lives and friends of his that had lost their lives and families that has lost lives. That elicited some sobering calm for a few seconds but then, as if feeling self-conscious, he fell back on the tried and true "U-S-A! U-S-A!" chant, and someone from the crowd shouted, "Let them do some more breakdancing!"
I would have hoped for some more rallying behind the victims of 911 or the soliders fighting the War on Terror or the innocent civilian casualties abroad or maybe some sort of candlelight singalong. It didn't happen.
A little after 4:00am, I was one of six people in the McDonald's on 17th getting sausage McMuffins, hash browns and coffee. The city felt deserted. I got in my car, drove home, and went to sleep feeling uninspired, disappointed, and old.
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