DC The white house

So as I mentioned before I got to see the white house. That’s all I really wanted to see. No, I don’t have pictures. Ask me why. Well...because I don’t have a camera that’s why. I don’t have pictures because I don’t have a camera. (sigh)

I have mental pictures, I will cherish forever. Though, seeing as how I am fifteen good minutes away and a nice walk I think I’ll survive. Besides, I plan on writing back to Kansas and getting a white house pass so I can go inside. Go past that surprisingly low fence and not get shot by the meanest, hardest looking black guard I have ever seen.

Usually…or actually never do I fear people of my own race, or any race for that matter. I say this because I know black people who actually are weary or scared, don’t like to be around large groups of blacks. (meh) I suspect I am a little naïve if not a lot. I’m not saying I’m a bad ass or anything, I just don’t see any reason to be extra vigilant around any specific race than any other. Maybe if I was the lone black in a crowd of Hispanics or…yeah that’s it. I think that’s only because I am handicapped as to what they are saying. (not for long) Other than that…No actually, I lie. I take back what I said…I can be around Indians and Asians and not care or want to know what they are saying but for some reason around Hispanics…a large group talking fifty plus I need to know someone. I just do not think race relations between the two people are to the point where I can not feel like I must be on guard. (is that racist?) I bet it is…all I know is I have no ill will towards the people, don’t think they are out to get me, I just need a reason and someone I know to be in a crowd of them.

Now that I’ve said enough that I know will come back and bite me I’ll move on…

The guard at the white house. Yes. I was actually scared to look at him. I had seen another guard dressed just like him minus the gun and he did not even make me flinch. I was not even worried. Sure, I bet I had like 8 sniper rifles trained on me as I held on to the gate straining my neck pretending that the president would jump out the front door and say.

“Surprise here I am! Hey ya’ll kinda busy running the country see you all later!”

He never did. What I did see however was the guard peering at me behind dark shades with a gun slung around his shoulder, He had gun I had never seen before in life, a gun that somehow did not look like a gun, but I knew…it was a gun. The closest I had ever seen to it was a video game for the Nintendo 64 called Perfect Dark. Ironically, that game also featured a black president. It also had an alien called Elvis soo…(shrug)

Right, back to the guard, so I still don’t know why it is that the guard freaked me out. It wasn’t just the gun it was his body language. They way he sauntered around the front lawn like he owned it. Like he wanted to shoot you, like he would kill you if you walked on his grass. I had toyed with the idea of climbing the tree and jumping the fence, had toyed with the idea of how long it would take for them to catch me, I had toyed with it. Then I saw the guard looking at me just as I toyed with the idea of where I would most likely find the president. I felt guilty instantly. I felt like the guard knew I was thinking it.

“Please…try it.”

Somehow I could read his eyes through the shades. Meanest looking negro I ever saw. Apparently I was the only one made nervous by the guard, as a teenager pointed to the guard and yelled. “Oh look its the President” I had the strange idea that I should be offended and maybe punching him the that back of the neck was a good idea. My thoughts went back to the guard and I had no doubts of his ability to jump the fence and have me in a choke hold before I got the first good hit in.

On a side note the white house is a lot smaller in person. Its still you know…big, yet small. Smaller than one would expect given that the most powerfult man in the world lives in it.