Real impressions and connections
Thu ,22/01/2009I’m not a political animal. I think politicians are, for the most part, a total waste of space. Granted, I’m jaded after 50+ years of experiencing various levels of governmental bullshit, but my general overview of politicians isn’t too generous. It was a surprise to me to realize that I really wanted to witness–even if only by watching on television–this inauguration. I wanted to hear his words, and revel in the moments, as they happened. I wanted to hear, and feel, hope that even if the dark is not yet behind us that someone is really going to try and bring us all through. I wasn’t looking for hype, or false promises, and in my heart I knew Obama wouldn’t placate us all with such nonsense rhetoric, and I wanted to hear the hard truths.
See, that’s what I like about this man. He seems to understand that we aren’t children. Sure, the truth is harsh and bitter but it’s also what we need to hear and know if we are going to get things right in this country. It really is time to change the form and function of leadership. We don’t need protection from reality, we need to know what the reality is so we can deal with it. Don’t tell me we’re “okay” when we aren’t. Don’t tell me everything is “fine” when it isn’t. I don’t have time, nor do I have a need, for fairytales. Give me the facts, let me know you’ll do your best, and then ask me for my help.
This is the first president I can recall that makes me feel like I am truly a part of this country and can make a difference, even if I can’t ever stand on a podium or get an invitation to the mansion. The proof of that, for me, happened just this week. When my employer asked for volunteers to cut hours from 40 to 32, I said “pick me!” I’m not independently wealthy, and I don’t even make $20/hr, but I know if I tighten my purse strings and adhere to a strict budget, I can survive with 20% less. I know if I can do this, and I don’t, someone else might lose their job. I’m not trying to be a martyr or anything, but I’m also not prepared to see one of my co-workers fired when I could have sacrificed just a little and didn’t. I’m not going to get kudos or rewards for this but when I close my eyes at night I’ll feel good about myself, and I’m okay with that.
This is the first president that seems like a real person to me. I could be wrong but I feel as if I could sit and talk, or argue, with him over coffee and he’d actually participate. Maybe it’s his blackberry, or his use of Facebook and Twitter, but he feels more connected to this country than his predecessors or even most of his contemporaries. I don’t know if he’s judgmental, he could be, but he doesn’t let it show if he is and that’s what’s important to me. This is about leadership. I’m a huge advocate of leading by example and so far Barack Obama is an exemplar.
I wasn’t able to watch the events of Tuesday as they happened due to having to work but as I heard parts of his address my beliefs were confirmed. Then, as I watched him reviewing the parade and attending the balls, my feelings were reinforced. This man who now leads our country comes across not just as a president but as a man who is alive and in touch with … me. He and his wife were dancin’ to the bands, laughing with each other and engaging the event. Then, at the balls, they were dancing with love and romance. How cool is that?!
One thing struck me forcefully: when he smiles — really smiles — it embraces his entire face. He’s got a polite smile, and I’m sure we’ll see it more as the years ensue, but that real smile is the one that elicits the same from onlookers. It creases his cheeks and skirls up into his eyes. When he looks at his wife his expression becomes soft and loving and yes, the romantic in me melts when he kisses her cheek and reaches for her hand. I really loved it when he wrapped his arms around her during one of the early slow dances. It’s the way I have danced slow dances most of my life. It was real.
We can discuss family values, morals, and ethics ad nauseam, but this president doesn’t need to discuss. He’s a testament to those things.
He has a huge amount on his platter and if I thought, for a moment, I could do more to help, I’d do it, in a NY minute. But I’m just a middle-aged white woman working for dimes a day who can only sit back and support someone who seems, finally, to get it.
Congratulations, President Obama, and my very best wishes for a good presidency.
