Monday, January 26, 2009

A great moment

January 26th 09

A great moment

To begin and for those interested in finding more about the First Dáil event last week, try

Maith go leor?

And for those interested in my reflections on the Barack Obama inauguration read on.

Billions of words have probably been written and spoken about the inauguration of Barack Obama. The television coverage drew multitudes around the globe.

Since I’ve come back to Ireland everyone asks me “what was it like?”

What was it like?

It was great. Not just the speeches or the hoopla or the sense of occasion. For me the biggest and most significant aspect of that big and significant event was the people.

Some of them were on the train from New York to Washington. Elderly African-American ladies with packed lunches and wooly hats to ward off the cold. Old white guys with Obama badges on their backpacks. Young kids of all ethnic backgrounds.

In Ireland there would have been a sing-song. Here there was a quiet undercurrent of excitement.

When the train disembarked at Union Station – along with trains from all over the USA – the stream of passengers became part of an ocean of humanity making its way to the exits. By now the sense of excitement and good humour and expectation was palpable. Like an All Ireland Sunday. By fluke I found myself next to George Mitchell. I dunted him gently. He turned in surprise.

‘Of all the gin joints in all the world Gerry,’ he exclaimed.

I meant to ask him about the media speculation that he was to get the Middle East job. But he was there with his clann and in the good natured jostling and pushing I forgot.

It was ‘chaos’ outside the station. Organised cheerful chaos. There were cops everywhere – and firemen. The roads around the station were chock full of people. They included young African American families. Our hotel was the same. And early next morning at the American Legion Club adjacent to Capitol Hill where we were to meet our host Congressman Richie Neal it was the same. As we chatted with Richie’s other guests the plasma television screen showed images of Barack and Michelle Obama going into church. He waved at the cameras. The small group of grizzled African American veterans seated before the TV screen burst into applause. Watching them I felt the tears well in my eyes.

And then it was out onto the sidewalk led by the intrepid Billy Tranghese. Two hours later accompanied by Dave and Chris Keaney, and Mike and Barbara Ashe from Springfield Massachusetts and the Blasket Islands I was in our designated area. Richard McAuley and Joseph Smith had long ago left me. They, irony of ironies, were in the Orange area. I didn’t care. I was in the seated area in Section 11. But when we arrived the seated area was packed and the passageway soon filled up.

‘Sit down, sit down’ the people in the seats chorused cheerfully.

‘Give us back our seats’ the standing up crowd chorused cheerfully back at them.

All the while huge screens beamed out images of former Presidents, First Ladies and other notables. Some got booed. But every time the Obama clan appeared the crowd cheered. I made my way through the throng with my County Kerry compatriots. Soon we were in Section 7. A very good natured usher entreated us all to sit down. I hitched up my long johns, cast my aran hat before me on the frosty ground and knelt on it. As I did so the sun came out, the breeze disappeared and the San Francisco Boys and Girls Chorus began to sing.

The next singer was Aretha Franklin. She sang My Country, ‘Tis of Thee. Marian Anderson had sang that song seventy years ago at the Lincoln Memorial after being banned from performing in The Daughters of American Revolution’s Constitution Hall because of her skin colour. Ms Franklin was in fine voice from where I genuflected, a beat away from her. But the air of My Country ‘Tis of Thee was vaguely familiar. I knew I had heard it before. It was the same as God Save Our Queen. That put me off momentarily. I was glad I wasn’t standing. Unlike Richard and Joseph. In the Orange Section.

Joe Biden’s swearing in passed without incident and to loud applause. John Williams composition which followed, on strings cello and clarinet contained elements of what seemed to me to be Lord of the Dance. It also passed without incident. Apparently it was mimed.

Barack Obama’s swearing in wasn’t and I was reassured when the Lord Chief Justice stumbled over the words. Been there, done that. It keeps you grounded. When they concluded the crowd, and me, exploded with tumultuous cheers, amens and wild applause.

And then the new President made his speech and ushered in a new era in USA and hopefully world politics. By now we were all on our feet as Elizabeth Alexander’s poem cast magic word pictures into the bright sunshiny day.

The Reverend Dr Joseph E. Lowery, considered the Dean of the Civil rights movement, and compatriot of Martin Luther King, gave benediction. He knew his day had come. He drew loud Amens and louder chuckles with his,

May the white embrace right.
May the brown be around.
May the yellow be mellow.
May the redman be the headman.

And one US National Anthem later and that was it.

A great moment in our shared history. I left immediately for Ireland and our United Ireland event back in Dublin in the Mansion House.

What did it all mean?

The cynics will say ‘very little’.

But cynics don’t believe. To believe you have to set aside disbelief. Cynics can’t do that. Cynics are giver uppers.

Fact is the majority of the electorate in the USA voted for positive change. They elected an African American. That is significant in itself. But they also elected an African American – a US President - who promises positive change. Will he succeed? Who knows?

The world needs change. We know that. Real change. In Ireland. In the USA. Everywhere. It’s a long time acoming.

But we can hope. And I do. And we can wish the new US President well. And I do that also.

(Editor's note: Our pictures show Gerry Adams with Congressman Richie Neal, Chair of the Friends of Ireland in the US Congress and Gerry Adams before proceedings began.)


Linda Coleman said...

When I saw your picture, I was wondering, "Where's your hat?" Glad you had one, but sorry you had to kneel on it. It really should have been on your head! Brrr...

For this one occasion, it was good to be orange. A bunch of purple people got stuck in the Third Street Tunnel, which they dubbed "The Purple Tunnel of Doom." (See MSNBC: "Surviving the Purple Tunnel of Doom" )

They never did get to see the inauguration, but in the cooperative spirit of the occasion the purple people made the best of the situation and created a Facebook page so they can all keep in touch!

I had the pleasure of meeting Joseph Lowery when he spoke at my church last spring. He's wonderfully humorous, uplifting, and delivers the message in a way that's unforgettable. It was fun seeing him do those rhymes about color at the end. Wonder what he'd find to say about orange and purple? :)

ferdia2010 said...

Wouldn't it be great if there was the same momentum for change in Ireland ? Hospital system designed not to work .. poor schools non existent social justice, economy heading back to 80's style recession.
A real big mess.

Inspired Writing Research said...

A great moment indeed, and a great post likewise! The divil's in the detail Mr Adams, or should that be 'the genius is in the detail!'

Funnily enough, I was hoping to hear more about this - minutiae is often fascinating in short fiction and reports.

Bright sparkles among the politics - good stuff! we had Ben n Jerry's with sparkler candles and sprinkles to celebrate in front of the TV to watch Mr Obama- who I'm guessing might be a bit of a secret writer himself!Kids think he's cool,but I think he has an air of poignant resignation about him....

Better go before I write a short story myself! More 'fly on the wall' stories please (as well as the politics of course!)

Anonymous said...

So glad you had a safe and entertaining visit to such a historical event.Sorry for the My Country tis of thee, something in my old neighborhood that would have been banned.Hughie Breen taught Us well in his Irish pub. Can"t wait to get back to Belfast and the green cross store. I have plenty of orders for some great T shirts to buy for the neighbors.See you soon, E.F.

B.U. said...

A Prod I may be, Gerry, but I love your comments about GSTQ and the orange section. Glad you enjoyed it all. Good on you.

USA said...

I voted for O'Bama but I was very dissapointed by the inappropriate inclusion of overtly Christian supersticions. You see, we have separation of church and state, so I found it totally hypocritical for our leaders to include invocatoins, benedictions, "God Bless" this and "God Bless" that. They were even swearing in on bibles which was not done by the founding fathers. Sad that our country has fallen to this level and not one media outlet questioned the inappropriate nature of all this symbolism. I was even insulted by the African-American pastor who at the end asked "white to embrace what is right".
I don't appreciate anyone telling me to embrace what is right, especially based on my race, as it implies because I am white I am in some way impaired when it comes to justice.

Tim said...

The American people have summoned the change we celebrate today.Bill Clinton on his First Inaugural Address. I love your uplifting view of history,if only the The Consultative Group on the Past had a real view of the past.The report is a spercious deceptive clearing that attempts to gloss over fallings and defect , it exonerate by means of perfunctory investigation through biased presentation of data and facts.
This is not a change, for our greatest strength is the power of our ideas.

Lucy said...

I don't believe it!Gerry with a blog!This must be a spoof!

Linda Coleman said...

As it turns out, Obama had the best possible weather for Inauguration Day. Exactly one week later, D.C. was shut down because ice!

Check out this picture from Washington Post, of Obama walking in the snow to the Oval Office; the featured quote is a reaction to his daughters' school cancelling classes that day.

Anonymous said...

The Cynics believe in something else,so it's not a case of disbelief.The cynics believe in Love,Peace and Equality for all mankind something which is notably missing in today's world hence they are cynical,to be otherwise would not be human...Modern cynicism, as a product of mass society, is a distrust toward ethical and social values, especially when there are high expectations concerning society, institutions and authorities which are unfulfilled. Cynicism can manifest itself by frustration, disillusionment and distrust in regard to organizations, authorities and other aspects of society, and can result from a negative evaluation of past experiences.

Egy Azziera said...

First off we would like to congratulate you on your fine public speaking skills. It looks like those who said the Obama Administration would strike while the iron is hot may have been correct, and the Administration may be doing it in a way that does not require them to even get a vote in Congress.