Yesterday afternoon I found myself near "The Hill". I've been in the District (as the locals call it) for over a month now, but because of frequent and persistently frigid temperatures, I hadn't yet made it to the typical tourist sights.
As yesterday was sunny and a bit above freezing, I decided to take a stroll by the White House, the most iconic DC artifact. I came upon it quite suddenly. One second I was in a bland financial district and the next minute there it was, just standing in front of me like some old street sign. In my head I remembered it being bigger, but it actually appeared quite modest. It looked as if it was crouching down and could stand up at any moment to reveal its true stature to the world.
I came upon it from the backside, where you have to walk through a small park with a statue of Andrew Jackson on horseback, not unlike the one in New Orleans’ Jackson Square. As I came nearer I slowed my pace; I felt like I was intruding onto someone's private property. I saw a tent set up with homemade anti-nuke signs strung around it, and felt reassured; if people were camping here surely I could stroll through.
Behind the White House was an odd sight. There were maybe six people on the street, only three of them actually looking at the White House. There was the non-proliferation activist, scrawny, over-tanned and ancient, whose signs read "Chernobyl in your backyard?" and "Dismantle All Nukes!". There were a bunch of black squirrels around her, which made me think that she was feeding them. She would have looked very lonely without the squirrels. There was a police officer with a bulletproof vest on, and a large handgun at his side. He had a massive Doberman on a leash that was sniffing profusely at a small tree. The squirrels stayed away from them.
When I moved closer to the fence, there stood a man wearing a blue beret, who I thought, like me, was admiring the President’s residence. He was actually preaching to it, with a bible held firmly in his hand. God told him to inform Obama about the Israelites, he said. I walked a few blocks east to a Barnes & Noble and bought a book on Cambodian history.