The Worst Inauguration in the history of inaugurations. Ever!
Here is a first hand account of an Obama supporters with a FREE Purple Ticket stuck in a tunnel during the whole inauguration!
A direct quote from an Obama supporter:
“I’m one of those Obamaites some people hate. Since the day he announced his candidacy, I have been working full-bore to get this man elected. I’ve been a volunteer and a staff member. My family has been brought to the verge of economic collapse due to my dedication toward the campaign and its untold volunteer hours. Life has been put on hold, household repairs have gone undone, there has been tension in my relationship with an extremely supportive and patient spouse, who would have loved to see my passion for Obama put into a proper financial perspective. My two children have sold bumper stickers, buttons, and have put up with Mom blogging for Obama in her “spare time” for almost two years.
And you know what, there are thousands of people throughout the country who have worked as hard as I have, if not harder
And that’s why my let-down about the Inauguration is that much greater. Because I was unlucky enough, along with thousands of other Obama volunteers, to have been given one of the “Purple Tickets of Doom.”
My understanding is that many of those dedicated volunteers and campaign staff were rewarded for their efforts with purple Inauguration tickets. The true believers came from across the country, put airline tickets on our credit cards, slept on people’s floors, woke up at 4 a.m. to get to the Inauguration… only to find that we were to be parked in an underground tunnel under DC waiting to be let in, and then were turned away at the gates. As one African-American man said on his cell phone to his kids: “I came all the way to DC and didn’t see shit but some tunnel.”
My 73-year-old father and I made the trek this morning with our purple tickets clutched proudly in hand. As African-Americans, this event had such significance. My father earlier said quietly that he wished his parents could have seen this day come to pass. I flew in from Los Angeles, he drove 6 hours from North Carolina.
We got on the Metro from our Alexandria, Virginia, hotel without incident. The Metro ran smoothly, even though the cars were crowded.
However, once we got to our purple ticket entrance, the day spun out of control. We arrived and there was little information about where to stand. People were packed to the gills. Those closer to the front of the line explained where the back was. The sight was staggering, we walked the length of the 3rd Street tunnel, that was packed with people as far as the eye could see. My initial thought was “where are the Porta Potties?” There was not one the entire length of the line of thousands of people.
We waited in line for a couple of hours. We were “lucky” I suppose because we came relatively late at 7:30am. There were people waiting in the purple line since 4am that morning. Some were packed in the tunnel for four hours!”
This account from a FireDogLake reporter, Greg Levine. He didn’t even make it into the tunnel He stood with thousands outside the tunnel which for all intents and purposes was filled to the gills with people virtually sardined and incarcerated, unable to move, in a concrete cylindrical cell.