Washington Positives and Minusives

Quite frequently when I travel I like to make notes about a place, listing off the cool things and the not so cool things about a place. Mostly I do this because it doesn’t take much to leave you with an overall positive or negative impression of somewhere… obviously the longer you stay, the better the odds you will come away with a balanced view – but it’s not unheard of, for one arsehole cabbie or one day of bad weather to totally colour someone’s view of a place or an event. So I try to look at the good and the bad and find a fair perspective.

Things we didn’t like about Washington DC

  • The weather is unpredictable, no humidity so I’m desiccating like coconut… one day 19C next 2C and snowing. Wind chill just cuts right through you. And did I mention the SNOW! Apparently quite unusual for mid-March; I am prepared to admit that it gave the city a very charming aspect in the dawns early light… but I strongly doubt it is any one’s idea of fun to be heaving around luggage, catching cabs and heading for train stations in the snow. Urgh!
  • Beggars…’Excuse me. Can you buy me some food?’. *pause* ‘Who did you vote for in the last election?’. ‘Oh, I doesn’t vote.’ So how exactly is the fact that you have no social safety net, my fucking problem? Fuck off.
  • The train stations on the Metro are rather poorly lit but it seems to be compensated for with a strong police presence in most areas at night.
  • Have run into a few arrogant people here, the coffee shop crowd pushing into queues, and the inconsiderate arsehat who literally pushed my elbow off the armrest at the theatre when he sat down – twice!
  • Bit too much ‘America, fuck yeah’, sepo bullshit going on.
Beggars INSIDE a restaurant harassing patrons.

Beggars INSIDE a restaurant harassing patrons.

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Things we liked about Washington

  • Tonnes of interesting things to see and do, museums and monuments with plenty of history; theatre and sporting events for entertainment.
  • Amazing architecture, we just don’t build shit like this back home. Ever.
  • The layout of the city is relatively easy to get around.
  • The level of conversation here is considerably elevated from the South… people are talking about LGBT reforms, the differences between working for government vs. NGOs, Obamacare is being constantly debated as the March 31st cut off looms. People seem more engaged.
  • All the public bathrooms were very clean and well maintained, I have NEVER seen this in any other city, we didn’t have to go hunting for a McDonalds toilet even once!
  • The public transport is quick and clean and efficient… weird fare calculations though (go less distance, but change lines and get charged more?).
  • Luke’s Lobsters… best lobster bisque EVER.
  • Cab drivers have (mostly) been quite nice, and all the cabs are clean and smoke free.
  • ALL the attractions are FREE. Unheard of! Museums, monuments, memorials, all of it is free to enter. You’re not even bombarded with ‘suggested donations’ and donations boxes are actually hard to find in most places.
  • Loved the place we stayed in Capital Hill, quaint little street and a little basement suite to ourselves. Highly recommend it.

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Arlington

We took a train out to Arlington Cemetery today to see the famous rows of headstones marking fallen American soldiers. I have visited many cemeteries and burial sites over the years – the Gallipoli Penninsula, the Catacombs under Paris, the crypts under St Paul’s in London and St Peter’s in Rome, the ossuaries in Meteora, the Jewish cemeteries in Prague, the unmarked graves outside Dachau… but there is something about this place that has really gotten to me.
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Arlington is a cemetery which revels and praises and celebrates the American military tradition. It starts with the voice-over on the tour bus, which takes you through seemingly endless lines of headstones standing to attention in rows of military precision, and gives you get a sense of ‘America. How fucking awesome are we?’ in this place which ostensibly exists to honour those fallen in combat. This is a place of recognition of the ‘supreme sacrifice’ these servicemen and women made for their country, but it is somehow glorified in a manner that is quite unseemly.
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We were dropped off at John F Kennedy’s final resting space and found his plaque, modest and well kept, beside that of his wife, Jaqueline Onassis Kennedy. Sadly they are accompanied with plaques for their two children as well; burning beside an eternal flame lit by Jacqueline herself. The bus driver having explained very matter of factly that ‘the other assassinated Kennedy was over thatta way’ was nonchalant about the tragedy that is a political assassination – it seems part of the American imagination, just another reality of American political life. It is almost unthinkable to an Australian that we would see a politician assassinated – we are far more likely to throw an egg at them, print something horrid about them in a newspaper or yell at them in public… but kill them for what they do, and what they believe in, and what they are attempting to achieve? It just does not exist in our national vocabulary. Thankfully.
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We saw the tomb of the Unknown Soldier and waited around to see the Changing of the Guard. Dress Marines looking snappy, moving economically and with such utmost precision all of which gave tell of their practice and dedication. The Sargent marched out slow time and addressed us, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please. The ceremony you are about to see has been carried out to honor those soldier who are known, but to God…’ but what he might have more accurately said would be ‘The show you are about to see has been carried out to remind you why America is what it is…’ for it felt the entire ritual is designed as part of a longstanding and far reaching nationalistic propaganda campaign. It is the first and probably will be the last time I will see so many Americans all in one space and remaining silent after having been told to be so. All those who witnessed the Changing of the Guard, stood with caps in hand and/or hand on heart, and solemnly contemplating the lost men and women from the various campaigns who are there represented in the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers.
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As the ritual progressed, we could not help but gain the impression that America revels and celebrates its military history – and in a costly twist of fate, has somehow failed to learn anything from the same; for they continue to embroil themselves in wars, military conflicts and engagements around the world, causing the deaths of yet more young service men and women.
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Yesterday, we walked through the hallowed halls of so many monuments built to so many great men whose ideologies is engraved deep in granite and bronze for the world to see. And it seems to us as visitors that America was formed on fine ideals, ideals that were as relevant at the formation of their country as they are now, and ideals which every American appears to hold dear (some of them a little too dear), but they have become ideals which are no longer apparently in their political system, they legal system, or their collective American conscious. They are ideals to which lip service is paid, but none appear to aspire to anymore.
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Franklin D. Roosevelt –
“The test of our progress is not whether we add to the abundance of those who have much. It is whether we provide enough to those who have little.”

“The liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the growth of private power to a point where it comes stronger than their democratic state itself. That, in its essence, is fascism – ownership of government by an individual, by a group,”

“No business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country”

Thomas Jefferson –
“If once the people become inattentive to the public affairs, you and I, and Congress and Assemblies, Judges and Governors, shall all become wolves. It seems to be the law of our general nature, in spite of individual exceptions.”

“Experience hath shewn, that even under the best forms (of government) those entrusted with power have, in time, and by slow operations, perverted it into tyranny”

“We hold these truths to be self evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”

“Whenever the people are well-informed, they can be trusted with their own government.”

“It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God.”

Abraham Lincoln –
“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”

“Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.”

These, and other fine sentiments from some of the greatest minds of their generations appear to be at the core of what Americans hold dear, but from a foreigners point of view, it is just that – an appearance. For here, it feels like not enough people care for their neighbours, not enough people care if there is quality education for all, not enough people care if everyone is able to access equal and affordable health care, not enough people care if every man gets paid a decent wage… they have developed the theory, taught the theory, bought the theory and think they are living the theory, yet they have all but failed in putting the theory into practice. Maybe it was working in Roosevelt’s time or Lincoln’s time, but it sure isn’t working anymore.

The American political system is broken, and the people here seem either not invested enough, or not educated enough, to attempt to fix it. They’ve drunk the Kool Aid and they think it tastes fine, but it’s slowly poisoning them and they don’t realise it yet, but they have have set a course that will see their own demise. This modern version of America does not govern for its people, it is not a government that serves its citizens. And what became really apparent at Arlington today is that the military might that America wields as the self proclaimed ‘Leaders of the Free World’ is complicit in oppressing the American people as much they think it is protecting them. The tour guide tells us proudly that they have a whole new Section 60 worked out for the already killed and the veterans of the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars… THE VAST NUMBER OF DEAD SOLDIERS RESULTANT FROM A DECLARATION OF WAR BASED ON MISINFORMATION AND LIES IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF! Somewhere along the line, America has gone off the rails… and one day ‘we the people’ will discover that America is not all it is cracked up to be, and I for one don’t really want to be around when the ensuing ego driven tantrum thrown by the world’s formerly largest, nuclear superpower goes down.

My First Ice-Hockey Game

In retailiation of all the Cirque du Soleil shows and theatre and opera that I am dragging Mr K to, I am obligated to attend two hockey games and one basketball game (so far)… though in truth it might be retailiation for my dragging him to Monster Trucks for shits and giggles. Who knows?!

First thing I noticed about when we turned up to see the Washington Capitals play the Vancouver Canucks at the Verizon centre, is that the floor was not as sticky as the Pennsacola Bay Centre where we saw the Monster Truck rally, and I quite distinctly recall thinking that this alone is a good sign of the civilized entertainments that were surely to come. 😛
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As Mr K was leading us to our seats, I was suprised as we entered and kept going down, down, closer and closer to the ice. We had great seats in Row E, and he had chosen the end where ‘our team’, the Vancouver Canucks, would be ‘shooting to’, twice (I don’t know, something to do with three periods thing). I know we had great seats, mostly thanks to the very loud and very obnoxious commentry from the guy behind us who spent a goodly portion of the first period talking about how great his tickets were, and the remaining two periods casting aspersions in the general direction of the Canucks, and what I am assuming passes for encouragement at the Capitals. Anyway, given we were sitting in front of this fine specimen of a hocky fan, I guess ours seats were even better than his. We were able to see right into the Washington Capitals bench (I mistakenly called it a dugout for some reason, and yes, I received an appropriate stare of disbelief and derision from Mr K for that one), and got a great view of the players facial expressions everytime someone got smucked into the glass barriers right in front of us. Very edifying, indeed.
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So the game starts, and my primary observation is that everything moves so quickly that it is difficult to keep up with where the puck is. It’s quite hard to track even though it’s right in front of you and once a few players are scrimmaging over the damn thing, there are sticks and skates in there and you can lose track of it really quickly, and next thing you know – the puck flies all the way down the other end of the ice, and you can’t see it at all and you end up looking skywards to see where it ended up on the monitors or hoping for a replay to see what actually happened.
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Something else I noticed was how quiet it is – we were behind the glass and you couldn’t hear what or if the players were yellin at each other. I mean at a football game or basketball game you can usually hear the coach and players yelling at each other as they attempt to run plays and navigate the field, but I couldn’t tell if the players were communicating out there at all. You assume they are, but the action seems to move with weirdly little noise. That is until the commentators feel the place is too quiet and they start revving up the crowd by literally telling them to ‘Make some noise’. I assume this is for the benefit of the home team so they know the crowd is behind them. A noise meter appears on the big screen and we discover the ambient noise is already around 76db and when they finally get them chanting and screamin it hits between 95-103db.

Naturally the crowd was only cheering for the local team, the Washington Capitals, and from what I can tell, they only have one player – some guy who wears the team number 8, and goes by the name of Ovechekin… because about 80-90% of the crowd wearing Capitals colours ALL had this guys jersey on. It was a rare person wearing any other number. But no pressure, mate.
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I also noticed that the home team appeared to have a cheerleading squad, though they didn’t get out in front of the crowd, and they didn’t exactly do any ummm… cheerleading. They mostly seemed to be on the big screen talking to important old dudes during pauses in the game and occasionally wandering around with a bald eagle mascot throwing Chick-Fil-A burgers to the crowd! Very different from what I assumed most cheerleaders did. But whatever floats their boat.
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And other than that, I can tell you the Zamboni guys were not very methodical in the manner in which they dressed/cleaned/whatevered the ice – they were a bit all over the place. And did I mention this game is stupidly fast? Cos that’s all I got! I got no idea how it works, no idea what the penalties were for, and only a vague idea of what a Power Play is (something to do with guys being sent to the Sin Bin). It was fun though. The Caps scored first, but the Canucks had leveled by the end of the first period, then at some point the Caps pulled ahead and then it was 3 all for a bit which had everyone very excited as there was not much time remaining. Then you should have seen the crowd go mad when the Capitals scored to make the score 4-3… I thought they might settle down for a bit then, but it seems everyone was then worried the Canucks would score once more and send the game into overtime, and they very nearly did. The Canucks had more attempts at goal and appeared to have more possession of the game (I’m not sure that is something they pay attention to) but just seemed unable to get past the Capitals defence. For the record, I think the goalies are fucking crazy, throwing themselves in front of them things when they are flying so fast.
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And yea verily my ice hockey game cherry was popp’d! 😀
We have another game to go to next week – New Jersey Devils vs the Toronto Maple Leafs, and I am really hoping the Maple Leafs win, mostly for the extreme schadenfreude that I anticipate would result should such an occurrence come to pass!

My Monumental Day

Big day planned. We were supposed to do the monuments yesterday, but with the weather set for a maximum of 2C and an apparent temperature somewhere around -11C, we decided to put it off. Wise move it would seem. Today was headed for a high of 14C and much less wind chilly stuff.

We set off by bus heading for the back side of the White House to start off our walking tour, but somehow got on the wrong bus and ended up near the National Archives instead. Nevermind, we could walk up to the White House from there, so off we went. Bit chilly but no where near as bad as yesterday so all good. Noticed there is a Starbucks on nearly every corner so felt obliged to pop in for a B&B (beverage and bagel) to prepare ourselves for the day.

We ended up on the South Lawn of the White House first which, quite frankly looked like it could use a bit of watering. The distance at which visitors are kept away from the building these days renders it somewhat unimpressive. It is impossible to do a tour here now if you are foreign. You have to be someone or know someone to get near the place. You see, a visiting US citizen can apply to their Congressman to get a pass to do a White House tour, but a visiting foreign national needs to apply through the State Department with endorsement from their nation’s ambassador (in our case, Mr Kim Beasley). So you go to the White House website, and it refers you to the State Dept website, which refers you to your own Embassy’s website which tells you they can’t be fucked applying on your behalf. So, meh. No touring the White House for us Aussies… doesn’t matter, last I heard the place was pretty trashed by Channing Tatum and a bunch of wanna be terrorists during Jamie Foxx’s administration anyway.
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From there we strolled past a never ending line of souvenir vans and hot dog vendors to go to check out the World War II memorial, which is a very impressive marble and cast bronze space memorializing all the states that participated in the engagements in the Atlantic and the Pacific. Oddly, there is no mention of the allied troops that fought in WWII, that museum is in New Orleans, not in the nation’s capital?!
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There are some distinct upsides to travelling at this time of year – hardly any tourists so it is easier to take your photograph without being surrounded by people shouting ‘Daaad! Go stand next to Chris!’ and much less struggle involved in getting pics with fewer other visitors in them. The downside seems to be that all the lovely water features, fountains and reflection pools are empty because, well, they’d fucking freeze up. We walked past a leaking tap on our way from the WWII memorial beside an empty reflection pool, and saw this on the grass…image
So no pretty reflections for us. Still, a lovely walk down the tree lined avenue towards the Lincoln Memorial, punctuated by very adventurous squirrels was had.
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I think the Lincoln Memorial may well be one of the most impressive edifices (well, you pluralise ‘edifice’, without making something sounding like educated poo particles!), I have ever seen – and having travelled extensively through Europe, that is really saying something. It stands alone in an elevated position, a towering and commanding building with a majestic outlook towards the Washington Monument (one which would probably be even more spectacular were the reflection pool full!). Steps lead up to the oversized statue of Lincoln giving the visitor a sense of height and lofty elevation – preparing them for the grand ideals contained inside. It is extremely well designed.
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Again the lack of tourists were on our side and we were able to get photographs of the statue without random strangers cluttering up our photos which is always a bonus in my book. The vista out over the Mall I can imagine is very impressive when the reflection pool is full. It seems they have been doing quite a bit of restoration since the earthquake that hit near Washington in 2011, the Washington Monument itself has been unaccessible to visitors since then and is half under scaffolding as they rehabilitate the monument and the reflection pool appears to have undergone and entire resealing and an installation of a filtration system due to works needed since the earthquake as well.
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Our next stops were right nearby, being the Vietnam War memorial and the Korean War Memorials. The Vietnam War is famous for it’s long straight panels of black granite, engraved with over 58,000 names of soldiers whose lives were claimed by that conflict. It is a simple, elegant and unpretentious memorial to those who perished there and hauntingly reflects your own face and the faces of those around you when you look closely to read the names of those lost, due to the high mirror finish on the granite. There is one lonely American flag flying nearby and no pomp or undue ceremony, it is particularly sombre and rightly so.
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The Korean War Memorial on the other hand is literally far more figurative showing men traversing through terrain with their packs, rifles, radios and equipment looking fearful yet determined as they trudge in formation upwards towards…? I am not sure? the enemy? victory? history? They have direction and purpose, but the intent is a little unclear as they are facing a flag and flanked by a wall engraved with faces.
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After this we went across the street to the relatively new Martin Luther King Jnr memorial, which from the street side looked like a large white granite mountain cleaved down the middle. On the other side of it, carved into the granite was a statue of MLK himself looking stately and larger than life overlooking the Tidal Basin. It was not far from here at the Lincoln Memorial that he gave his famous ‘I had a dream…’ speech at the Million Man March. Either side of the white granite boulders were more granite panels engraved with famous quotes made in speeches around the country.
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Across the Tidal Basin, you could see the Thomas Jefferson Memorial in the distance, this was going to be our final stop in our tour of the monuments today, and we were headed past the Franklin D Roosevelt Memorial to get to it. The Roosevelt monument was no where near as grand as the Lincoln Memorial or the Jefferson Memorial, but it rather suited what we know of Roosevelt. He was concerned with the common man, with abolishing poverty, with rights for workers, and attempted to encompass all citizens. The monument was sprawling and meandered through large granite blocks interspersed with large bronze statues of regular people doing every day things. It was humbling to read the words and ideals of Roosevelt and easy to feel that these ideals have been left behind in the modern political arena.
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Further around the Tidal Basin is the Jefferson Memorial, which was built to commemorate Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the United States, and by all accounts one of the most thoroughly well educated men I’ve ever heard of – books and knowledge were his passions and he spent the vast majority of his life reading and acquiring knowledge of science, history, philosophy and all good things. The memorial sits on man-made basin that connects to the Potomac and is an imposing marble rotunda that houses a gigantic bronze likeness of Jefferson himself. I can imagine the walk around these monuments will be absolutely gorgeous in about a months time when the Cherry Blossom Festival is in full swing and all the trees in the area are in flower – at the moment, the trees are all bare and the wind coming off the river is cutting.
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And there endeth our Day of Monuments… not because we were out of monuments, for there were many still to see, but rather because I was totally out of steam. Was so glad we had held over doing the monuments for the warmer weather.

Richard III at the Folger Theatre

We went to see Richard III performed at the Folger Shakespeare Library/Theatre this evening. I had read that it was an amazing little gothic theatre that regularly did Shakespeare and was largely run by dedicated enthusiasts and volunteers (much like the Bard on the Beach in Vancouver) but when I looked it up at home, the production was set to finish on March 9th, just before our arrival. Fortunately for us it was enormously popular and was extended, so we were able to get tickets.

Richard III is probably my favourite of the History Plays. Richard is a quintessential psychopath, wheedling and pleasing where he must, and showing his detached Machiavellian side primarily only to the audience. Richard in this performance was played by Drew Cortese and he was as menacing, two-faced and evil as only Richard III can be. I dare say he is far more handsome a Richard than most are used to, but he did well to convey the complexities of the character who charms the audience with his pure wickedness before encouraging us to delight in his downfall. Awesome Richard in my book.
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Here he is depicted wooing the Lady Anne, after having openly admitted responsibility for the deaths of her husband and her father, and then he skilfully turns to the audience and revels in his conquest ‘was ever a woman in this humour/mood wooed’ (sorry the exact line escapes me). She falls far too easily for my liking, but she always did!
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The costuming for the play is a unique blend of leather and Goth, feathers and Steampunk, kevlar and jackbooted military, and uptight Edwardian! Quite the eclectic mixture of aesthetics, but it worked quite well bringing each character to life in a renew visual context.
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I really loved the interesting stage assembly. Apparently the Folger theatre is usually set out in a traditional setting, stage at the front, seating in the stalls below the stage, but for this production, a specially designed raised stage had been installed for to create an inn yard feel and was played in the round. It had a very supernatural feel, and was part David Copperfield with smoke, lights and misdirection, and characters being killed off and falling into their graves in the stage making the intimate audience complicit in their murders, only to see these figures rise ghost-like later as they taunted Richard for his misdeeds.
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It was a very enjoyable rendition, and beautifully executed. I would thoroughly recommend anyone to go see it, but for the fact that its season has now closed. No doubt, other performances held at the Folger are equally creative and worth checking out.