New Year, New President

Matt and are are going to the inauguration, even without tickets, just to be part of the biggest celebration of our lives.

Because I'm so excited to have the president I really want for the fist time ever, I thought I'd enter the essay contest to get a really good seat.

Here is my entry:
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As a child, I learned that our democracy was the birthplace of remarkable progress. By the time I was born, Americans and American businesses had created innumerable inventions. From light bulbs, to microwaves, to airplanes, Americans were responsible for advances that improved lives around the world. Not only that, the American space program had achieved one of the most remarkable feats in history: putting an astronaut on the moon.

I also learned about slavery and abolition, segregation and the civil rights movement, and in my naivete, I thought that this marvelous country had already overcome the dismal parts of our history, that the horrors of slavery, Jim crow, and discrimination were all things of the distant past. Yet, as I grew older, the past seemed to come closer. It wasn't long before I learned that this history was too recent and the scars still showed in the form of discrimination and economic inequality. I have heard racist words come from many quarters, witnessed stereotyping that denigrated people of many colors, and heard the story of a classmate being harassed by police in his own yard--just because they refused to believe that a black youth belonged to that particular neighborhood. At the same time, the faces of power in this country remained mainly caucasian and male through my formative years.

Despite my pride in America, I found that there were still things I wanted to change.

Thanks to my pride in America, I had faith that things could change. Whatever else happened, this country was founded on the principle that we are all born as equals. As time passed, I could see signs of change: presidential cabinets were gradually becoming more diverse, more women and people of color were being elected to congress.

So here we are, a nation with a mottled history, of great achievement and great shame.

This is a moment of great achievement. It is this critical moment which decisively illustrates our movement beyond slavery and segregation toward realization of those shining ideals that make this country great.

Yet this piece of history is not the only reason that I want to attend this inauguration. Mr. Obama is more than a symbol of our growth as a nation. I believe that the job the president faces is harder now than it has been at any point in my lifetime. Fortunately, I also believe that we have the right person for the job.

I have faith that Mr. Obama's policies will be good for me and my small but growing landscaping business, and good for the people that I employ. More importantly, I believe that they will be good for the American people as a whole. I believe we are inaugurating a man of integrity, insight, and hope.

I know that no single person can right every wrong, no single event can wash away all our past sins, but each achievement, each piece of history is part of a wave of change. This event is the crest of one of the greatest waves in history.

One event may not change everything, but this event will change the world.

Hooray!

My Obama Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday.

Matt made me a cake:

Me and my Banana Cake with Chocolate Frosting
(Rob is in the background)

After dinner and cake we went with Matt's mother (Anne) to future president Barack Obama's rally in Boston. We had to stand in a really long line.

The Line

The line was actually a mile long:

The Line (route)

(Interactive version/source: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1602668 )

We were near the end. It took us something like 2 1/2 hours to get into the building (Boston's Seaport World Trade Center), probably due to a slow security process. We persisted, along with thousands of others. At one point, while Matt held our place, Anne and I went inside a T station entrance to warm up. That's when I took this picture:

Persistent Good Citizenship
(and the line outside)

I think it shows how much people were trying to put their trash in the right place, even though the right place was overloaded. It would have been so much worse if all that was lying in the street. Not everyone was this good, but a police officer who spoke to the line at one point said "You're an excellent crowd."

Finally, we got inside. The view wasn't so good:

The View


Anne in the Crowd

But we did get there in time to hear Govenor Patrick, and Senators Kerry and Kennedy speak, leading up to Obama's grand entrance.

He's a terrific speaker. I usually get bored listening to other people give lengthy speeches, but Obama held my attention. I really think he's more thoughtful about real life and less caught up in the game than the vast majority of politicians. I recorded a couple of videos (bad picture quality, okay sound). I may post the best of them later.

Afterwards, we walked to Park Street station, stopping by the water for a photo shoot. I'm holding my shoes because my feet were so tired I decided to take them off to walk to Park Street. The heels helped me get a better view, but they were a bad idea otherwise.

Shoes in hand with Matt

We got home at about 2 am on Super Tuesday.

Time to VOTE!