ClipperToday.com Party lines: Inauguration — history in the making
Wednesday, January 28th, 2009
The day after I arrived home from Washington D.C., I was channel suffering when I heard old sour grapes himself, Sean Hannity, telling his listeners that our country was going to fail, and that our new president was focused on keeping Americans fearful.
Unfortunately for Mr. Hannity nothing could be further from the truth, and my proof of this fact comes from the people I met and observed while attending the inauguration of our nation’s 44th president, Barack Obama.
From the moment I walked into Salt Lake International Airport it was obvious that excitement was in the air, especially from those passengers, who were like me, on their way to the inauguration. Before boarding the red-eye to Atlanta I ran into Utah’s First Lady, Mary Kaye Huntsman, and her daughter Abby who works in D.C.
Even the First Lady seemed excited to participate in what she called a “significant historical event” for our country, and she was very gracious and easy to talk with.
I didn’t sleep much on that flight and figured I would get a little shuteye on my flight from Atlanta to D.C., but that wouldn’t be the case because I met Linh Nguyen, a PhD who lives in Virginia, who I talked with during the entire flight.
When I told Linh I was flying “stand by” she became concerned that I would have a difficult time flying home so she offered to put me up at her home if things didn’t work out. And this is just the first example of the friendly attitude I discovered from everyone I met during my adventure.
When I arrived in D.C., I quickly met up with my friend Ben McAdams and it didn’t take long for us to leave our hotel to go exploring.
Once again, everywhere we went we met people who wanted to be helpful, and who wanted to know our names and where we were from.
Later that night I realized that I had not had any real sleep for 48 hours, and although I was tired, I still accepted Ben’s invitation to dinner where we met a group of ladies who have been lifelong friends at the next table. During our discussion these ladies told us a story from when they were teenagers during the early 1960s.
They explained how they walked to “The Wash-A-Matic” in Texas to wash their clothes, but once they arrived they were told that they couldn’t use the machines. After listening to their conversation I was humbled to realize how far we have come.
On Sunday I attended the “We Are One” concert at the mall where I lost my friends. At first I became a bit anxious, that is until I realized that everyone there was a friend. Everyone I approached was gracious and helpful.
On Tuesday I stood as a participant to history when I watched Barack Obama take the oath to become our Nation’s 44th president.
For me, this was a humbling experience that I cannot put into words, but let me say this, it wasn’t fear that ruled the day, it was hope, and I was proud to stand with 1.8 million Americans who understood that if this election proved anything it was that anything is possible when we embrace hope, and work together.
Party lines - Inauguration — history in the making
by Todd Weiler, Utah Republican Vice Chair
Attending last week’s inauguration was something I will never forget. Kudos to Rob Miller for giving me a ticket. The evening before the big event, President Obama held a special dinner to honor John McCain. That was classy. And I dined at Bill Clinton’s favorite restaurant with Rob and 18 of his most liberal friends. So, for me, the whole inauguration had a bipartisan sort of feel to it.
It was a little strange for me to be there considering, after all, that I was for “the other guy”. When I arrived in D.C. and boarded the Metro, I couldn’t help noticing that my train ticket had Barack’s face on it. There was a noticeable buzz and excitement in the air.
Most of the people I saw at the inauguration were black. It was their day. I will always treasure the look I saw in their eyes and the expressions on their faces. It was the embodiment and fulfillment of Martin Luther King’s dream. They had waited generations for this day, and they relished every second of it. Everyone on the train was wearing Obama hats and scarves. In contrast, my suitcase is embroidered with the words, “Utah Republican Party”. No joke.
Everyone was nice to me. In fact, I still marvel at how well behaved people were. On the morning of the inauguration, it was utter chaos. Think about the Olympics times 100. Yet, people were generally courteous and respectful. Although Rob had promised me a coveted yellow ticket to the festivities, a lot of Democratic arm twisting in smoke-filled backrooms (sorry, couldn’t resist) resulted in my being downgraded to a purple ticket. No hard feelings. I was just happy to be there.
But little did I know of the disaster that was awaiting the purple and blue ticket holders. Apparently, tens of thousands more tickets were distributed than the allotted space could hold. As a result, I got more than I bargained for in trying to get through security.
I stood in a line that did not move for two hours. The crowd grew tighter. I heard sirens, and an ambulance inched forward. After it passed, people pushed forward into the empty space.
I began to fear that a riot would break out. Many of the people gave up and went home. Some of them were crying. It became so tight I had difficulty reaching into my own pockets. At one point, I was forced to hold my arms over my head.
Eventually I made my way out of the melee and accessed security on a different street. Once inside, security informed me that the purple section was “closed” because it was “full” Yet there were thousands of people behind me.
I wandered around the back sections and witnessed people climbing trees and standing on top of the portable toilets to try to get a better view.
All told, I am glad I went. I witnessed history being made and will tell my grandchildren about it someday.























