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Red, White, and Green Day

As a kid, music influenced how I thought about politics — songs such as Alice Cooper’s “Elected” or Cream’s “Politician,” wherein the politico talks a woman into his “big, black car.”

As a teenager, I watched in amusement as adults on my street came close to blows when discussing politics. Reagan was in office, and I’d just sort of laughed off the system because a cheesy actor was president. I laughed when the Reagan administration wanted to cut school lunches, saying that ketchup and relish were vegetables. And I enjoyed the impersonations on Letterman and Saturday Night Live. I considered the president a vehicle for everyone to poke fun at.

When you become an adult and are faced with issues that mean a lot to you, elections become more important. On the Reader website, a few people suggested that I be downtown at Golden Hall (“Election Central”) when the results came in.

My girlfriend and I walked into the hall at about 7:00 p.m. on election night. I noticed several people in red, white, and blue outfits. Some of them were sequined.

One group of youngsters called themselves “The Heritage Kids.” They were from a Christian school and wore red-sequined vests. They’d periodically stop while circulating through the hall and sing. I talked to one of the students, who told me about their trip to Washington, D.C., last Christmas.

I saw a guy in his 70s who was dressed in a three-piece suit adorned with an Obama button. I said, “Now that’s a guy who needs an Obama button; otherwise, he’d be pegged a Republican.” I motioned to a group of African-American women who had Obama shirts and buttons and said, “They don’t need the buttons. We could’ve guessed who they’d be supporting.”

My girlfriend said that was racist and mean of me to say, but I think the statistics showed that over 95 percent of African Americans voted for Obama. A senior citizen walked by with a button that read, “I’m too liberal for being this old.”

A couple in their early 50s came over to talk to us. My girlfriend was wearing an “I Voted” sticker written in Vietnamese, and the woman said, “Oh, you voted in Vietnamese. So did I.” After seeing a CNN projection on the big screen that Obama would be the next president, the couple went over and took a photo next to a young black guy in a do-rag, gold chains, and sunglasses.

We decided to go to the Hard Rock Café for dinner. As we walked out, I saw a group of people holding 9/11 signs. They said things about finding out “the truth.” As I walked over, my girlfriend said, “Oh, God, what are you doing?” I said, “I just want to see what these idiots have to say.” As we started talking, they said, “Are you an architect? If you aren’t, then you don’t understand that a building wouldn’t fall for no reason.” I argued with them for a few minutes but got nowhere. They handed me a CD and pamphlet, and I put them in the trash and walked away, saying, “You guys are so idiotic, and it’s insulting to the victims that died in that tragedy.” One woman was screaming at me for throwing their materials away: “Those cost 26 cents each!” An older lady who didn’t get into the argument said, “It was two of the victims’ family members who started this organization.” As I turned around to look at her, I saw the other girl fishing the papers I threw away out of the trash.

When we got to the Hard Rock, all of the TVs were on election coverage. Every waitress was hooting and hollering at the prospect of Obama becoming president. I asked if we could turn the music down and the TVs up so that we could hear what was being said. They told us they weren’t allowed to and that others had asked them the same thing.

We watched as the announcement was made that Obama would be our new president, TVs silent and Green Day blasting in our ears. We saw McCain give a concession speech but didn’t hear a word of it.

We walked back to Golden Hall after finishing our meal. Two groups were arguing toe to toe: “Yes on 8!” “No on 8!” A tall cop with a mustache was smiling. I asked him what it would take to get him involved the fracas. “Oh, nothing’s going to happen. People are just shouting. It always gets like that.”

All of the local news stations were set up. During a few of the live feeds, you could see a bunch of yahoos jumping up and down, trying to get on camera. A little later, we saw people with signs trying to get them on camera.

I felt bad for the female newscasters. While sitting there looking at their notes off-air, guys were yelling to them. One from KUSI came over and hugged a guy and took a photo with him. He said, “I’m such a big fan of yours.”

Channel 8 was gone by 10 p.m., but the crowd wasn’t. In fact, it was growing more crowded, and I wondered about the capacity of the place.

I saw a few people I knew, including an artist I had met at an art party a few years back. I wanted to tell him how much I liked his paintings, but he was hurriedly trying to get out of there. Someone said, “Maybe he’s a McCain supporter.”

One of the guys I knew told me that Madonna, who had a concert in town that night, was having her after-party at the W hotel. He has a friend who was doing the catering who told him about it.

As we were heading over to crash it, I ran into an older African American in a blazer and T-shirt that read, “No More Excuses.” I tried to talk to him about his shirt, but he handed me a flyer and said, “Come to this. It will explain everything.” As he walked away, my friend said, “I think that’s Clarence Pendleton. He worked in the Reagan administration and upset a lot of blacks when he talked about how we shouldn’t bus students or do those integration programs.” But Pendleton died 20 years ago.

An African-American guy heard us talking and said, “No, that’s Dr. Carrol Waymon. He’s head of all kinds of clubs in San Diego — the Martin Luther King Democratic Club of San Diego, the One Hundred Black Men of America, and he’s the president of the San Diego chapter of the National Association of Black Psychologists. He used to hold talks in town right after Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed. He’s always on the news.”

I really wanted to speak with Dr. Waymon about this historic election, but the Material Girl would be arriving at the W soon.

I probably should’ve been dressed in something other than jeans and a CCR T-shirt. When I walked in, one of the hotel staff asked if I had a room there. I told him I was going to a party on the second floor. The guy started to say something else, but we kept walking.

When we got to the second floor, it didn’t appear to be hotel security that was guarding the party; it looked like a team of Secret Service agents blocking the rooms.

And they did their job well. A 6’2” guy with no neck asked what I wanted. I said, “To party with Madonna.” He replied, “Get lost!”

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As a kid, music influenced how I thought about politics — songs such as Alice Cooper’s “Elected” or Cream’s “Politician,” wherein the politico talks a woman into his “big, black car.”

As a teenager, I watched in amusement as adults on my street came close to blows when discussing politics. Reagan was in office, and I’d just sort of laughed off the system because a cheesy actor was president. I laughed when the Reagan administration wanted to cut school lunches, saying that ketchup and relish were vegetables. And I enjoyed the impersonations on Letterman and Saturday Night Live. I considered the president a vehicle for everyone to poke fun at.

When you become an adult and are faced with issues that mean a lot to you, elections become more important. On the Reader website, a few people suggested that I be downtown at Golden Hall (“Election Central”) when the results came in.

My girlfriend and I walked into the hall at about 7:00 p.m. on election night. I noticed several people in red, white, and blue outfits. Some of them were sequined.

One group of youngsters called themselves “The Heritage Kids.” They were from a Christian school and wore red-sequined vests. They’d periodically stop while circulating through the hall and sing. I talked to one of the students, who told me about their trip to Washington, D.C., last Christmas.

I saw a guy in his 70s who was dressed in a three-piece suit adorned with an Obama button. I said, “Now that’s a guy who needs an Obama button; otherwise, he’d be pegged a Republican.” I motioned to a group of African-American women who had Obama shirts and buttons and said, “They don’t need the buttons. We could’ve guessed who they’d be supporting.”

My girlfriend said that was racist and mean of me to say, but I think the statistics showed that over 95 percent of African Americans voted for Obama. A senior citizen walked by with a button that read, “I’m too liberal for being this old.”

A couple in their early 50s came over to talk to us. My girlfriend was wearing an “I Voted” sticker written in Vietnamese, and the woman said, “Oh, you voted in Vietnamese. So did I.” After seeing a CNN projection on the big screen that Obama would be the next president, the couple went over and took a photo next to a young black guy in a do-rag, gold chains, and sunglasses.

We decided to go to the Hard Rock Café for dinner. As we walked out, I saw a group of people holding 9/11 signs. They said things about finding out “the truth.” As I walked over, my girlfriend said, “Oh, God, what are you doing?” I said, “I just want to see what these idiots have to say.” As we started talking, they said, “Are you an architect? If you aren’t, then you don’t understand that a building wouldn’t fall for no reason.” I argued with them for a few minutes but got nowhere. They handed me a CD and pamphlet, and I put them in the trash and walked away, saying, “You guys are so idiotic, and it’s insulting to the victims that died in that tragedy.” One woman was screaming at me for throwing their materials away: “Those cost 26 cents each!” An older lady who didn’t get into the argument said, “It was two of the victims’ family members who started this organization.” As I turned around to look at her, I saw the other girl fishing the papers I threw away out of the trash.

When we got to the Hard Rock, all of the TVs were on election coverage. Every waitress was hooting and hollering at the prospect of Obama becoming president. I asked if we could turn the music down and the TVs up so that we could hear what was being said. They told us they weren’t allowed to and that others had asked them the same thing.

We watched as the announcement was made that Obama would be our new president, TVs silent and Green Day blasting in our ears. We saw McCain give a concession speech but didn’t hear a word of it.

We walked back to Golden Hall after finishing our meal. Two groups were arguing toe to toe: “Yes on 8!” “No on 8!” A tall cop with a mustache was smiling. I asked him what it would take to get him involved the fracas. “Oh, nothing’s going to happen. People are just shouting. It always gets like that.”

All of the local news stations were set up. During a few of the live feeds, you could see a bunch of yahoos jumping up and down, trying to get on camera. A little later, we saw people with signs trying to get them on camera.

I felt bad for the female newscasters. While sitting there looking at their notes off-air, guys were yelling to them. One from KUSI came over and hugged a guy and took a photo with him. He said, “I’m such a big fan of yours.”

Channel 8 was gone by 10 p.m., but the crowd wasn’t. In fact, it was growing more crowded, and I wondered about the capacity of the place.

I saw a few people I knew, including an artist I had met at an art party a few years back. I wanted to tell him how much I liked his paintings, but he was hurriedly trying to get out of there. Someone said, “Maybe he’s a McCain supporter.”

One of the guys I knew told me that Madonna, who had a concert in town that night, was having her after-party at the W hotel. He has a friend who was doing the catering who told him about it.

As we were heading over to crash it, I ran into an older African American in a blazer and T-shirt that read, “No More Excuses.” I tried to talk to him about his shirt, but he handed me a flyer and said, “Come to this. It will explain everything.” As he walked away, my friend said, “I think that’s Clarence Pendleton. He worked in the Reagan administration and upset a lot of blacks when he talked about how we shouldn’t bus students or do those integration programs.” But Pendleton died 20 years ago.

An African-American guy heard us talking and said, “No, that’s Dr. Carrol Waymon. He’s head of all kinds of clubs in San Diego — the Martin Luther King Democratic Club of San Diego, the One Hundred Black Men of America, and he’s the president of the San Diego chapter of the National Association of Black Psychologists. He used to hold talks in town right after Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed. He’s always on the news.”

I really wanted to speak with Dr. Waymon about this historic election, but the Material Girl would be arriving at the W soon.

I probably should’ve been dressed in something other than jeans and a CCR T-shirt. When I walked in, one of the hotel staff asked if I had a room there. I told him I was going to a party on the second floor. The guy started to say something else, but we kept walking.

When we got to the second floor, it didn’t appear to be hotel security that was guarding the party; it looked like a team of Secret Service agents blocking the rooms.

And they did their job well. A 6’2” guy with no neck asked what I wanted. I said, “To party with Madonna.” He replied, “Get lost!”

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Josh, you missed the hospitality suites, dude.

Next time, be sure to hit the Grant and the Westgate. That's where the candidates put on the feedbag and open the free booze spigots.

Great fun. Great election. Can't wait to do it all again in two years.

Nov. 20, 2008

So, people stood with their signs, in Golden Hall? Such a confined space to have screaming matches between one an other, especially when you've all already have voted and are just waiting for results. The picture is pretty amusing. First time I saw opposing signs next to each other. It was either all "No on 8" signs in the Hillcrest/NPark area, or "Yes on 8" signs up in Poway. Personally I was shocked and disappointed 8 passed. Hopefully our courts will review, and overturn.

Nov. 20, 2008

Once again Josh manages to write an article with undertones of racism sprinkled in. You do realize that this is how people perceive what you write, right?

Nov. 20, 2008

Pete,

I'm curious where you see the racist undertones? Can you actually pull lines and quote? Because, I can see where you'd think people he's writing about in the article, may be racist, but Josh doesn't seem to say anything about his personal opinon on anything, except that most black people probably voted for Obama - which is absolutely true (and nothing wrong with it).

Not attacking, just wondering if you could point out lines, just so I could see examples of what you're talking about, that maybe I missed.

Nov. 20, 2008

Well, a few things. Pete does have a bit of a point. If you look at what the word "racism" means. It means identifying things by "race". It has come to have all kinds of negative connotations. My girlfriend was actually mad, because she said it made her look racist. And, I got her quote a little wrong (I worded it that way more for the flow of the story, and those were similar to things she said to me days early).

But let me ask you this, Pete. I've seen a few negative posts from you in the past (regarding my stories). What's your deal? I mean, I have no problem if you have constructive criticism. Hell, my mom will call me every few months and say "Wow, the Crasher from yesterday was kind of boring."

Nov. 21, 2008

It's sad that you are hypothetically forbidden to state a fact because race is involved. I thought racism was judging people by their race, not just identifying. I could be wrong. Once, someone said, "I don't mean to be racist, but the Japanese invent a lot of things and have superior technology." Well, heck. That's just true. Does it make me racist?

Also, I wrote something online once. Some keyboard warrior said, "It was just lowest common denominator." Didn't back it up, or nothing. If you're gonna sling feces, grow an opposable thumb and back it up.

Nov. 22, 2008

I decided well before the election that the word "racism" actually means "anything you say that we don't like." Google the word "niggardly," and the phrases "black hole" and "Texas," and you'll see what I mean.

Nov. 23, 2008

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