Chamillionaire's Inaugural Diary, Part 3: The Inauguration

Chamillionaire's Inaugural Diary, Part 3: The Inauguration
Photos by Massa Mohawk

The inauguration events started early. The people that left the hotel late last night were smart. They knew it would be too packed and too crowded. The police were blocking off all of the entrances to where the inauguration of the first black president would be held.

My friend who used to play in the NBA emailed me telling me that he had a good spot reserved for me if I could just make it there. I couldn't. Also, it seems that the weather was a lot colder than the night before. I could feel myself getting sick.

I didn't want to miss any part of Barack Obama's speech, so I dipped into a sports bar to watch the action on a projector screen that stretched the height and length of an entire wall. I have never seen people more proud. People cheered, laughed, and almost cried during the inauguration. 

Chamillionaire's Inaugural Diary, Part 3: The Inauguration

I saw multiple nods of approval when Barack spoke about being friends of each nation. I heard cheering when Barack spoke about how his father was not being able to eat at a restaurant 60 years ago and now his son was getting sworn into the White House.

I heard laughing during the benediction when the short African-American man that followed Barack's speech spoke about looking forward to the days when the "Brown can stick around, the yellow can stay mellow, The red man can get ahead man, and the white can embrace what's right"

What I saw seemed to be the perfect visual to accompany the fairy-tale story of the Harvard Graduate who made his way to the White House. There seemed to be not one person in sight that wasn't in awe of this moment in history.

No sore losers. No bitter critics. No haters.

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