Inauguration is for Stories

Our WJC Director Terry Mattingly welcomed us to what he called "a city of stories" at the beginning of Saturday night's orientation events. He warned that we would be tempted to believe that all the stories in DC can be found on Capitol Hill or in the business district, to be discovered somewhere between perfect ties and glamorous nights out. Warning turned to exhortation as he told us of the stories that exist in the edge of crowds and in the less fortunate places of this city. Those stories are just as important.

My group left at about 7 a.m. hoping to see the country’s biggest story up close and personal. That hope starting waning at about 8 o’clock on D Street, when I stood squished somewhere between a van and a sedan that had turned off their engines.

Two hours later, we left the middle of a stationary line to thaw out with a cup of coffee at the Hard Rock Cafe. Cold and full of lost hope, I asked the gentleman beside me where he was from. "New Hampshire," he told me, "and my friend is from South Carolina." I nodded. "Are you disappointed you didn't get in after traveling so far?" I asked. His answer changed my day. "It's ok. We're here," he said. "People ask me why I'm here, and I say 'because it's here. This is history. I'm here for it.'"

He left me with warm regards, making room at the counter for two Canadian women. I asked them why they were here. They said that they hadn’t been alive for historical inaugurations in America’s past, and wanted to come for this one because, “this is huge for our generation,” they said.

The Hard Rock Cafe started closing, much to the protests of the Canadians, who quickly recovered and said they would watch "in a bar somewhere." As we all left they wished us well and smiled - regardless of having traveled this far only to end up watching Obama's moment on TV.

Around 10:30 we wound up packed into the National Press Building food court with what must have been at least 200 African Americans. The girl behind me said she arrived on a train from New York last night, but didn't seem upset at being stuck in a food court any more than my new friends at Hard Rock were at being holed up in a bar. As shots of Obama began coming up on the screen, the crowd around me roared, cried, and chanted

O-ba-ma! O-ba-ma! Yes we did!

Tears rolled down the faces around me as Obama spoke of history, freedom and America’s long road to equality. The big story today may have taken place at the Capitol building, but I looked back across the food court after Obama’s speech, and saw the stories that put him where he is today. Just behind me a white woman and black man stood together holding twin babies. They were crying, laughing and kissing the babies. I watched as the man looked up and pointed towards the sky, mouthing a thank you to God.

In that moment I realized it didn't matter where one flew in from, or how long one had sat on a train to end up watching a TV screen, it was the stories of the people here, coupled with the stories of those who had fought for their freedom, that gave them the emotion and joy to make today an experience that was anything but disappointing.

Best yet! and others

Well I have officially seen the best documentary of my life, and the best film of Sundance thus far. A film called “The Cove” about the merciless slaughter of thousands of dolphins on the coast of a Japanese town called Taiji. The film was edgy, prepared like a special ops investigation with a hodge-podge group of tech savvy superstars who devise a way to break into a hidden cove and expose a horrific animal rights travesty. The film was exciting, and threatening, and in the end, absolutely inspiring. It was horrific, and quite scary. The Taiji government was going out of their way to cover up the crime, and had prevented any outside news coverage of the slaughter for years. The films goal was to expose the slaughter, and put an end to it.
The crew sneaked into the heavily guarded cove under the cover of darkness and placed hidden HD cameras to cover the entire day. The hidden footage was unbelievable. The most raw and disturbing display of animal abuse I’d ever seen, we watched as a group of fisherman brutally killed thousands of dolphins with old fashion spears from a boat. One of the cameras was under water, and the shot of the water changing from clear blue to deep, dark, blood red is an image that will stick with me for a long, long time.
This film will make it out of Sundance, and be seen in the future. There is no way it can’t. It received five standing ovations, and is talked about more than any other picture.
I’ve never cared so much about flippin' dolphins.

I saw two other films yesterday. A UK picture named “Unmade Beds” and John from the Office’s directorial debut “Brief Interviews with Hideous Men.” Both films were quality in their own right, but "Brief Interviews" sticks with me more. I still can’t decide if I liked it. The film was trying new things, and made huge statements about feminism, male dominance and corruption, and the impossibility of love. But I’m not quite sure what the things were it was saying. I like a film that sticks with me, and for that reason alone, “Interviews” was a success.
“Unmade Beds” was an indie-kids dream. It told the story of rich kids in England living thrift store junkie lives, and abusing love and relationships day and night. It was pretentious for sure, but I bought it. It was shot really well, and the story arch of the two main characters was unique and unexpected. Highlight of the film – the only thing any indie was seen eating was a bowl of cereal,for the whole film cheerios were their diet - that and they never drank water, only beer and hard liquor.
Party.

The films continue

Two more films experienced. Short Docs and the wonderful "Sin Nombre." The shorts performance for docs was a little disappointing, to be honest. I saw short Docs last year, and they were some of my best films. This year was not the same. Two of the short Docs were interesting, but as a whole, it did not leave me inspired. One of them, called “Utopia: Pt. 3” was about the biggest mall in the world. It is in China, and twice the size as the Mall of America. It was built in an area of China that is not connected to any freeways, and is a tiny, undeveloped town. Therefore, no one is going to the mall. In fact, there are only twelve shops open for business in the entire complex. The film was full of epic isolation shots – completely empty hallways, and vacant storefronts. It was eerie. Besides that, the Docs were a disappointment.

"Sin Nombre," on the other hand, was incredible. A film about immigration from Honduras all the way through Mexico and into the United States, "Sin Nombre" was every bit a real depiction of the struggle. Immigrants would travel on the tops of trains all the way across the Mexican countryside. The film was so real, and heavy. It was hard to watch. It was the prototypical Sundance film. "Sin Nombre" forced viewers to be real with a real situation. This is happening. Right now, its happening.
People are dying in the desert, falling off trains, being exploited
– and some actually make it to the States.
It’s hard to swallow.
The film really moved me.

$ 10,000 request

Dan Parris has an important meeting today, in his quest at Sundance to get funding for his film. He will sit down with the Priddy Brothers, who are producers connected with Christian filmmakers. Dan will show some of his collected footage, and his impressive trailer to the Producers, with hopes to land a 10,000-dollar grant from them, the final sum he needs to fund the trip to Africa. It’s the best opportunity he has had thus far to make the money happen, and he is confident that good things that good things can come from the meeting. Check out Dan’s ongoing Sundance Blog at Conversantlife.com to see daily video updates of his progress.

500 Days of Summer

Film Three – 500 Days of Summer.” Absolutely loved it. Everything about it worked, and worked well. Zoeey was incredible. The writing was sharp, and witty. The cinematography was beautiful, even the soundtrack was prime.
“Summer” was essentially a romantic comedy for dudes. It presented a relationship horror story that every guy could relate too. I found myself putting a girl from my own life in the female character position, and she fit the ups and downs, and ultimate depression of the relationship with eerie accuracy. All the guys I saw it with said the same thing happened with them. It was almost tough to watch, because it often felt so real. What was so memorable, and makes this film unique was that it had very playful and experimental bits throughout. There was a ridiculous dance number in the middle of the film, and countless quirky moments. But it all worked, and left me and my friends who’d seen it wanting to watch it again. Luckily, for everyone at home, this film was studio made and will play in limited release in July. You’ve got to see it. I mean, you just must.

When unity snuck up on me

“I would describe it as an outpouring of brotherhood and a wonderful flow of positive sentiment and a great, great day,” 50-year-old Ken Straus of New York City said to me, gesturing to the masses surrounding us on the fields of the National Mall hours before President Obama was inaugurated.

To my surprise, I wholeheartedly agreed.

Nothing could have prepared me for today. I expected the hour of weaving through congested crowds that make a John Mayer concert look like child’s play. I expected the bridges and streets and highways to look like they would crumble and fall to the earth’s core under the weight of the determined travelers’ heavy feet. I expected the street vendors selling Obama memorabilia in every form imaginable. I expected the various Christian groups passing out tracts. I expected deafening cheers, thousands of portable toilets and the freezing cold air.

Well, maybe I lied a little bit about the last one. I knew it would be cold, but I was not prepared for the frigidity that would numb my bundled-up body to the point that I could only lift my feet several inches from the ground before stiffness took over. The man giving out free hot coffee samples on the walk back from the inauguration was an absolute saint. Nonetheless, my multiple layers of clothing gave away some foreknowledge of the cold I would face.

What I did not expect was unity.

Yes, I grew up chanting “One nation, under God, indivisible,” but many Americans don’t give the impression of being proud that they bleed red, white and blue. Maybe I was just focusing too much on the pessimism in this nation, but I definitely saw a lot of division and very little unity. Abortion. Gay marriage. The war. Health care. Money. Money. Money. Angry, shouting, hostile sign-waving protesters.

Division.

But not today. Today I couldn’t have agreed more with Straus’ statement. As I began talking with some of the people around me, I began to see that they were truly proud to be Americans in this day and age and exuberant to be part of something so monumental. When I asked 29-year-old Javeriah Haleem what she was looking forward to most about Obama being in office, she quickly responded “A change in the way we’re viewed around the world and a change in the way we feel about the country right now.”

If today was a taste of this shifting pride among our nation’s citizens, fill my cup.

As a crowd of 2 million, we celebrated by singing and dancing to “Shout” and “American Pie.” We waved American flags high and cheered on our newly elected president. We contemplated the leaps and bounds our nation has made in a matter of decades, so much so that a man who’s father might have been refused service as a result of his race is now the president of the United States. We prayed together for our nation and for President Obama to have wisdom and integrity and courage. Regardless of any person’s political leanings, I think that the longing for the guidance of the president elect by the Almighty God is something that he or she can be passionate about. That can unify.

As I stood today in the icy DC air, sneaking a peek at the thousands of heads bowed in reverence around me, I couldn’t help but think to myself that this is the way God wants a nation to be. As I listened to the occasional “Amen!” and the person behind me repeating Rick Warren’s prayer word-for-word, I couldn’t help but realize that God is not dead in America and that He will touch more hearts than we could ever know. As I heard thousands of people recite the Lord’s Prayer, I couldn’t help but marvel at the greatness of our God, the One who will one day bring eternal unity.

He will unify.

Just Another Day in the Capital City - NOT

"Why are you actin' like you know where you're goin'?" was a wife's sassy remark to her husband this morning as thousands of completely lost but thoroughly determined travelers, like myself, tried to find their way to The National Mall to watch the inauguration.

And NONE of us knew where we were going. No matter how much we thought we did.

Volunteers in red beanies were our only beacons of hope, holding signs that said "Mall this way" - and they were surprisingly upbeat. But that was a recurring theme at the disgusting hour of 6:30 a.m. At the time I would regularly be grumpy and non-verbal, everyone was upbeat and excited - and it spilled over. There was so much energy in the air that I couldn't help but let the anticipation slowly melt away the fact that I had woken up far too early and not gotten any caffeine.

It was all worth it. Once the initial "grumps" were over, I realized I was experiencing a once in a lifetime opportunity. So were hundreds of thousands of other people. But it became fun instead of dreaded.

I really blame the hot chocolate kid for making my grumpiness disappear. As my group and I were walking down Maryland Ave., we passed a young teen boy selling hot chocolate in front of his house. I was so highly impressed by this level of entrepreneurship and enterprise that this young guy had, I couldn't help but see hope for the future of the country. Apparently, that's all I needed.

Although, actually purchasing a cup of the hot chocolate might have helped even more.

But it turns out I didn't need too much help. Between trampling all the foliage in the greater DC area and trying to find a "Hello my fellow American, my name is..." nametag with Obama's face on it, I didn't have time to be grumpy or irritable. There was patriotism and a turning of the tide in the air!

I'm going to make the assumption that you watched the inauguration, or at least have seen a little bit about it. If you haven't, I would recommend getting on that ASAP. It was pretty cool.

There was even cooler stuff that went on in the crowds. Around 8 a.m., they played the video footage for the poor freezing people (like myself) from the concert in front of the Lincoln Memorial that happened on Sunday. This resulted in full crowd sing-a-longs to "Shout" by the Temptations and "American Pie." You haven't sung "American Pie" until you're belting it with hundreds of thousands of your fellow Americans.

It was also extremely exciting to find myself smashed between people that were literally touching me in every direction possible. You can't get that experience while watching the inauguration in your living room. The lady behind me kept pulling my hair. I have no idea how this was happening - it just meant that she was way closer than she should have been in a normal circumstance. And if anyone in the middle ever needed to go to the bathroom, they fought their way out, parting people like they were parting the Red Sea. Not an easy task on either side, believe me. And it occurred only too often. I became very friendly with the people around me.

And these people were electrified! I heard a number thrown around that nearly 92 percent of Washington, D.C. voted for Barack Obama. That makes this one very happy city, and that doesn't even include the numbers of people who traveled from outside of Washington, D.C. to be there for this historic day. Everyone there genuinely wanted to be there and they were happy with what was happening. A little too happy, considering the amount of "boo"s that Bush got every time his face was on the Jumbotron.

But my favorite moment had to have been at the end of Rick Warren's absolutely beautiful and fitting prayer, when he began to say the Lord's Prayer. To my absolute shock and wonder, people all around me began to join in with his prayer, saying the words perfectly. I joined in myself. And we, representing the nation, lifted the Obama family up to the Lord in the way that we are supposed to pray - the way we were taught to pray. It was breathtaking. I hadn't expected so much religion and spirituality to be present among the people of this celebration.

So apparently, religion is still very relevant, wouldn't you say?