The scene was 1st and D Streets Northwest, Washington, D.C., about 9 am or so, on Jan. 20, 2009. This was the second presidential inauguration I have attended.
The first was the swearing in of John F. Kennedy in 1961, when I was a child of privilege whose diplomatic father snagged tickets to a historic, if cold, perch. Fast-forward 48 years and there I was in a crowd accompanied by two very close friends, one of whom long ago was also a child of privilege with Kennedy inauguration seats.
This time, we were all just plain citizens, without strings to pull. Well, not entirely.My friend had worked very hard to elect a new congresswoman, who had given us tickets such as the one shown here. If you knew my friend, however, you'd now that she's as regular citizen as they come.
In fact, just to prove it, let me relate that later in the day, when my friend befriended her 1,000th stranger, we had to drive this unknown woman to a very fancy mansion in the upper Northwest so she would not miss an inaugural ball. Next morning my friend confessed that her first thought upon leaving the mansion-dweller was why she was not taking her household staff to the ball.
That's the kind of egalitarianism that came into question on Tuesday at 1st and D, when a bunch of burly cops began to push and shove their way through a standing-room-only crowd. We were all waiting patiently to be admitted to the standing area facing the Capitol.
What was the purpose of this fascistoid human bulldozer? To allow the His Excellency Grand Poobah Jesse Jackson to make his way to some better spot.
"This is the ultimate in elitism," I shouted at Jackson the minute he neared where I was.
To me it was outrageous that -- precisely on a day set aside to enshrine the equality of all in the eyes of the law, through the swearing-in of the first black president -- this supposed standard-bearer of the banner of equality should make use of police power to push his way through a crowd.
Jackson turned to me and saw my anger. I like to think that for a moment the awkwardness of the moment struck him. He said, "Hey, I'm working here."
I said it was still elitist what he was doing. So he put his hand on my left shoulder and said, "It's OK, it's our day."
His voice seemed to be attempting to reach me. My friends say they felt moved.
I'll admit that Jackson was clever. He temporarily pacified me with a phrase that was deliciously ambiguous in its meaning and was delivered in the practiced tone of a preacher expressing sympathy to a bereaved family.
I still feel that Jesse Jackson did not quite get it.
Yes, January 20 was "our day." Yet, to paraphrase George Orwell, it was more "ours" to those who had phalanxes of policemen at their command, than it was the day of the rest of us.
4 comments:
Each one’s turn to belong to the Nomenklatura: you and your friend have been children of privilege at Kennedy’s inauguration – and even Tuesday when your friend got tickets, you belonged to the Nomenklatura again. Why were you there? Because you made women work for you? Why did your friend get tickets? A congresswoman can share her privileges to a few elected people who "worked hard" for her or a president can share his privileges with men who "worked" hard for him, as JJ said? Why not all people? Not possible? What it the meaning of “merit”? Is it the fruit of "work"? Is it inherited, like in Algeria where the family of the Mudjahidine who fighted for their independance still have privileges and so there children and the children of their children? And can the "merit" be shared with buddies? Your friend is “a regular citizen” having the sense of equality? How so? Because she is moved with JJ’s deep voice? Because she is concerned with the rich woman’s staff? Why did she fall on such a rich woman? What kind of “plain citizens” were sitting around you? And finally, why do you claim for equality when in a former blog of yours you wonder whether equality is even “desirable” and “if one man has a mansion, should everyone have a mansion?”
So, apparently, “equality” is really “each one’s turn”. This cannnot be the turn of everybody at the same time,(no room enough for everybody, like on tuesday, this is not heaven) even being marxist it does not work, history tells us.“Our day”, the man said. And yours also, (even if a little less), since you are so proud to be there and want to claim it at the whole world and show the precious ticket to the ones who were excluded.
(PS No, this is not envy, I would never wish to be there, not my stuff at all in all meanings)
This is obviously a foreigner's take.
You seem to bring a lot of emotion to the subject that has not much to do with the point: a vignette concerning a public egalitarian in an elite position. It's a paradox, I suppose.
A very interesting story, Cecil.
Orwell was right. Some of us will always be more equal than others; it is merely the reasons that change and consequently, the anointed ones who change as well.
You make an interesting point. It is a bit dependent on whose ox is being gored as they say. Jackson's response was enigmatic and I'm sure that is just how it meant it to be. Thanks for visiting my blog, and I see that I must add yours to my list of reads. LOL. That is so long I don't get by every day, but I'll be sure to keep a watch here. :)
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