By Christiana Dillard
We boarded the AMTRAC train on January 20, 2009-—Inauguration Day—with a huge crowd of people all heading for the same place. Everyone was walking in the same direction as me and my family, but surprisingly, everything was pretty quiet. There were students, parents with small kids, seniors, grandparents, and a few kids like me. I wanted to do nothing more than to go to sleep once I boarded the train but decided it was a good opportunity to ask a few people why they were traveling to Washington, D.C., from Baltimore, Maryland, on this day.
My first interview was with Adam, age 8, from Baltimore.
“I’m really happy to have Barack Obama be our next President,” he told me.
I walked a little further on the train and saw a cute little 4 year old named Eden from New York City.
“I can’t wait to see Obama be President…I am the only one in my pre-K class to come to see him,” he said.
My last train interview was with Nicole, age 11, from Pennsylvania. “I think that 100 years from now, people will be very happy that Barack Obama was President." she said. "This is a very historic day.” I was able to snap a picture of Nicole later that day since we returned on the same train back to Baltimore.
We began our journey toward the National Mall with the Capitol building in full view. A volunteer told us to walk right, then make a left on Constitution and walk about two plus miles to the Mall. It was freezing cold. All along the way, vendors were selling all kinds of Obama gear: T-shirts, hats, official programs, badges, car fresheners, Obama action figures, and even Obama puppets!
We walked over a small bridge and took pictures of people walking to the mall from every direction on a closed freeway. The only cars on any of the streets we passed were parked cars with SWAT teams and police officers inside.
We decided to stop in an “Official Inauguration Store” to look around. My mother said that based on the prices, it had to be an “official” store since there were T-shirts for $150! We decided to just stick with the “Official Vendor Stores” since they were selling shirts for $5-$20! But what my father found out from the “official store” was that we weren’t going to be able to get to the National Mall from where we were because Pennsylvania Avenue was completely blocked off and even some ticket holders were not able to get in.
After realizing that our dream of standing on the National Mall during the swearing in was over, we stopped to take a picture with a President Obama cardboard cutout. The pictures were only $7 and they turned out not to look as cheesy as I thought they would! We ended up packed inside the Marian Koshland Science Museum to watch the Inaugural activities with other people who couldn’t get across Pennsylvania Avenue. I met two women there who caught the 4:15 a.m. Metro into the city (with tickets) and still didn’t make it to the Mall before the area was closed off because it was too full!
When Reverand Rick Warren gave the invocation, I found myself silently crying because his words were so inspirational. Once Barack Obama was inaugurated, everyone in all of the rooms of the museum clapped and cheered. They all quieted down to hear his Inaugural Address.
Once Obama’s speech was over, we gathered our coats, hats, gloves, earmuffs and our Marian Koshland Science Museum Inauguration key chains and headed to find food and vendors. After grabbing a quick lunch at “New Course” restaurant, we journeyed over to see what all the “hubbub” was about near Union Station. It turns out that a huge amount of vendors were selling even more Inaugural items. My Mom bought Obama tote bags, hats, “First Family” T-shirts, Obama buttons, and even some Obama “bling”!
When we left the “Festival of Vendors,” there were even more people walking on the freeway so we thought they were probably headed towards the parade route. However, this time, two ambulance trucks passed the walkers and later that day I wondered if they were for Senator Ted Kennedy who collapsed at the inaugural lunch that day.
Finally, after about two hours of wandering all over D.C., we arrived at the crowed entrance of Union Station to find ourselves packed like sardines into train station. There were police at the front door top keep any more people from coming in.
They were yelling out that only AMTRAC, VRE and MARC train passengers could enter the building. No Metro passengers could go inside because Metro service was stopped from Union Station. Although the crowd was huge, everyone was very respectful. But when my mother found out that we only had 25 minutes before our train left, she and some other passengers began screaming that they had a train to catch. Fortunately, the officers heard us and we were able to squeeze through the crowd to catch our train. I’m glad since it would have been a far walk from D.C. to Baltimore!
In all the confusion of the day, I lost my favorite black and white hat somewhere between the train and the train station so if anyone sees a black and white zebra print wool hat, it’s mine!
PHOTO: With an Obama cardboard cutout are (from left) Dorcas, Christiana, Teodora, and Teska Dillard. (Photo courtesy of Christiana Dillard)