Inaugural Impressions
Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2009by Les
I have lived in Washington, DC long enough to have celebrated, survived, witnessed or endured nine Presidential Inaugurations—Jimmy Carter (1977), Ronald Reagan (1981 and 1985), George H.W. Bush (1989), Bill Clinton (1993 and 1997), George W. Bush (2001 and 2005), and now Barack Obama.
January 20, 1977 was at once brilliantly sunny and bitterly cold—with snow and ice on the ground and temperatures in the single digits. Regardless, I was thrilled to be in the audience, seeing my preferred candidate, on whose successful campaign I had worked, being sworn in as the nation’s 39th President. At the time, I had no idea that just two months later I would be working for President Carter, with an office in the West Wing.
Four years later, I left town on January 19th to spend the night at an inn in near Annapolis, Maryland. I just could not bear the thought of being in the Capitol as the opposition celebrated the advent of Ronald Reagan’s Presidency. After all, I had worked in the Carter Administration for the better part of three years, eventually with the title of Deputy Chief of Staff in the White House. I moved to the reelection campaign in late 1979, and was a senior member of the team that lost 44 states to Reagan on November 4, 1980.
To say I was a bit grumpy as the victor’s inauguration approached would be an understatement. I didn’t feel a whole lot better when we said our farewells to President and Mrs. Carter at Andrews Air Force base an hour or so after Reagan took the oath of office.
After two terms of Reagan and one of “Bush 41”, I was delighted to attend all of the festivities associated with Bill Clinton’s 1993 swearing-in. That election cycle (1991/92) had seen me once again engaged in partisan political battle as Executive Director of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee. We retained our party’s majority in Congress that year, and helped elect a Democratic President; we were more than ready to celebrate once again.
On January 20, 1997 we were in the crowd on the Capitol grounds for Clinton’s second inauguration, but as I recall the occasion, the mood was much less buoyant than four years before, more akin to a kind of “obligatory happiness”.
We watched the 2001 and 2005 inaugurations of George W. Bush on TV from the comfort of our home. And although I have never developed, let alone expressed, the severe animus toward Bush 43 that most of my Democratic friends feel, neither have I felt an urge to celebrate his time in office—to put it mildly.
But the inauguration of Barack Obama was different from all the others.
First of all, it was preceded by the very best presidential campaign anyone in my generation has ever seen, bar none.
Second, it came at a time of enormous difficulty and challenge—-on the international front and here at home.
Third—to state the obvious—the historic significance of America electing its first African American President cannot be overstated. It is simply wonderful and amazing; there is no other way to describe it.
Fourth, I believe Barack Obama is a very special guy—- he’s smart, cool, disciplined, charming and tough. As his close friend, former Senator and now Secretary of Health and Human Services, Tom Daschle once told me, “He’s the real deal!”
So, early in the morning of January 20th, 2009, Shari and I braved the crowds and the cold (temperatures in the teens), and took our seats on the lawn on the west front of the U.S. Capitol. We were surrounded by tens of thousands of very pleased and deeply hopeful fellow citizens. And, then, as we turned around and looked west—toward the Washington Monument and beyond to the Lincoln Memorial—we were awed by the sight: two million people bundled against the cold, standing shoulder to shoulder, waving small American flags, cheering, clapping, singing.
The ceremony was dignified, as one would expect, and the new President’s Inaugural Address was, again as we’ve come to expect from him, extraordinarily well-crafted and well-delivered. Aretha Franklin’s rendition of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” was breath-taking. The Marine Corps band—“the President’s own”, as it is called—was wonderful, and “Hail to the Chief” has seldom sounded better.
But it was the sight of the crowd—-the huge and happy crowd—-that I will remember most vividly. I am so grateful that we were there, to both witness and participate in that historic moment.

