We saw Obama! (we saw Obama)

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That’s what we in the crowd were singing as the second-line brass band played. We stood together, on the corner and on the “neutral ground” on Claiborne Ave. in front of the Martin Luther King Jr. Charter School, the first educational institution (K-10th grade) to open in the Lower Ninth Ward since Katrina hit landfall.

The band played, and we danced, waiting behind the barricades for the President to emerge from his meeting with the kids, and we’re not too embarrassed to say we haven’t felt that much joy and anticipation and starstruck-ness in a crowd gathered just to see a person’s head go by in a car, like, EVER.

Obama may be more of a rock star than the Beatles ever were.

the school, where we waited for the motorcade. note the welcoming sign on the kiosk

the school, where we waited for the motorcade. note the welcoming sign on the kiosk

New Orleans’ Finest were out in full force, proud and alert. (*creepy lecherous old-lady voice*) Many of them looked quite fetching in their uniforms.

copsicles numbering at least a hundred, no joke. what a roar

copsicles numbering at least a hundred, no joke. what a roar

And then the excited screams of children and adults chanting his name. And then there he was, Mr. America:

squee Mr. President we loves your cult of personality

squee Mr. President we loves your cult of personality

The jumping, wiggling, squealing ladies standing beside us reminded us of our pre-teen selves at a Bon Jovi concert:

except it means so, so much more. Lord please keep him safe from harm, she said out loud, multiple times

except it means so, so much more. "Lord please keep him safe from harm," she said out loud, multiple times

And as he passed, the band played a second-line rendition of Louis Armstrong’s “What A Wonderful World.” We usually recoil at that song, but this time, we kind of cried from joy. A little… We’re still cool, right? Punk points!

sometimes it IS a wonderful world. (*We saw Obaaaaama, we saw Obaaaaama!*)

sometimes it IS a wonderful world. (*We saw Obaaaaama, we saw Obaaaaama!*)

Ironically enough — naaa, SERENTYPICALLY enough — we walked back home via this intersection:

flood stop, levees fix, lower 9th rebuild. yoda talk in street signage

flood stop, levees fix, lower 9th rebuild. yoda talk in street signage

And then we passed this house. Expletive deleted; political sentiment remains.

(thats the squirrelly Louisiana governor who wants to be prez but wont say so)

(that's the squirrelly Louisiana governor who wants to be prez but won't say so)

Not that we want to sign off on a negative note. Because today, in the Lower Ninth Ward, in our new home, we feel anything but. We usually don’t talk about politics, and we know it’s all just showbiz, but we can’t deny what we feel today.

Rubes, all of us.

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