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Republican Grinches – Get Over Yourselves

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You really must wonder how extreme Republican Trump worshippers can keep so many conflicted ideas in their minds at the same time.

The White House just had the Dorrance Dance Company perform there, doing a tap version of The Nutcracker. The First Lady Jill Biden posted a video of some of it on Instagram and, predictably, Fox News and the New York Post (the closest thing to a supermarket tabloid), went nuts. https://tinyurl.com/326drmsx For Trump acolytes who purport to oppose cancel culture, it’s interesting that they want to terminate Dorrance Dance because its website promotes racial justice. Fox and NYP prefer a police state like the one Donald Trump is promising to instigate if elected in 2024.

In keeping with Republican orthodoxy, Fox and NYP would prefer to continue spending billions and more to incarcerate “bad guys” rather than looking for constructive ways to reduce crime and improve social/economic equity in American society. It’s “just lock them all up” all the time for these people, all the while complaining about the cost of everything.

We saw the Dorrance Nutcracker performance at the Kennedy Center a few weeks ago. While I’m not generally that interested in tap dance as an art form (but loved the movie White Nights) and have only limited interest in the Nutcracker even as a classical ballet, the Dorrance show was amazing. The energy and creativity of the dancers were remarkable. They are plainly qualified to perform at the White House.

The show there was not about political or related issues. It was about art, and anyone with even a minimal artistic appreciation would see the glory in the Dorrance Company’s art. But not the Grinchy Fox News and New York Post. I’d wager they’d sing a very different tune if Dorrance’s website promoted “law and order” and “deport them all.” Will no one rid me of these troublesome negators of everything American?

White House Tour – A Great Comfort

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We were privileged last week to tour the People’s House, courtesy of Rep. Don Beyer. While it was sunny, it was probably the second coldest day of the winter so far. But we braved it with a stop at the White House Visitors Center first. There, curiously, we underwent security checks that rival anything you would experience at an airport. Then, at the White House itself, to which we walked on the street unguarded, it was just empty your pockets of metals and step through magnetometer. We were, however, sniffed by a guard dog on the grounds after we entered the final stretch to the main House.

I am delighted to say that the public portions of the White House revealed very little evidence that the Trumps had ever occupied it. Most of the photos and other artwork feature other presidents – you know, the real ones.

The tour surprisingly was self-guided, but people moved along without issue, taking many photos. We too did our share of gawking and photographing. A sample follows. When we moved back outside to leave and turned to photo the portico, who should appear but Senator Tammy Duckworth and an aide, moving fast to escape the cold.

The final charm occurred after we left the grounds. A youngish tourist couple with a child stopped us to ask if we had taken the tour and was it wonderful. We exclaimed about the experience and explained how to get on the list. They remarked how lucky we were to have done this. Indeed.

Big Block of Cheese Day [Guest Post by Dina Ruden]

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I walked to the White House today and when I got there, I wept.

After a hiatus of three years, I returned to DC and one of the first things I wanted to do was take a walk to my old stomping grounds. For 13 years, I worked a block and a half from the White House and often walked over at lunchtime or after work to admire the view of “The People’s House,” the ever-changing scene of school groups, selfie-taking tourists (both foreign and domestic), law enforcement officers mixed in with the “regular” protestors, daily fixtures with their signs and their lawn chairs. My version of Americana at its best.

In the time of Trump, everything has changed.

DC is a post-apocalyptic nightmare right now. As I walked the eight blocks from my apartment on Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House, I could hear my own footsteps on streets that were once packed with office workers and tourists. I walked for five minutes across downtown DC without seeing another human being. My heart was heavy as I approached the Executive Office Building and the Renwick Gallery and encountered fence after fence and signs warning me off.

Surely, there was a way to walk through Lafayette Square to the park! No, there was not. I walked up to H Street and had to walk all the way around to 16th Street and even then, behind all the fences and barricades, I could barely make out a portion of the White House. I read about this and saw it on TV, but nothing could prepare me for the emotional impact of seeing one of our nation’s most loved historical treasures being closed off from the American people.

An article in The Atlantic aptly describes the scene I encountered:

“The White House today is hidden behind a welter of barricades, anti-scale fencing, bollards, and Jersey barriers…Lafayette Square, the scene of one of Trump’s most vulgar assaults on core American values, is now impenetrable.”

Enterprising citizens have made their displeasure known posting signs along the fence. I found some comfort in arriving at Black Lives Matter Plaza, which brought me hope that the people will ultimately prevail.

There’s a running joke on the show West Wing about Andrew Jackson and Big Block of Cheese day. In the show, they say that Jackson brought the cheese to the White House and invited people who would not normally get the ear of the president to state their cases. According to historians, the 1,400-pound block of cheese was presented to Jackson by a dairy farmer from New York to promote the Empire State. Apparently, Jackson did not know what to do with such a large block of cheese so at the end of his term, he hosted a reception for 10,000 people and invited them to take the cheese. Following that event, the web site, Thought.com, reports:

“The new occupant of the White House, Martin Van Buren, banned the serving of food at White House receptions. Crumbs from Jackson’s mammoth cheese had fallen into the carpets and been trampled by the crowd. Van Buren’s time in the White House would be plagued by many problems, and it got off to a horrible start as the mansion smelled of cheese for months.”

My hope is that on Jan. 21, President Biden will order the barricades, fencing and bollards torn down and the “People’s House” will once again be restored to us. I only hope the stench left behind by the previous administration does not last for months.