(Washington, DC) It was with mixed emotions that I participated in a private tour of the White House today. The part of me that still believes in freedom, democracy, and all those sorts of idealistic concepts felt a surge of pride as I wandered around the building.
The cynic in me looks back over the last few decades at the repeated abuses of power by our Commanders-in-Chief felt a twinge of sorrow, sorrow for something like a loss of innocence.
I most enjoyed the Green Room and the Red Room, as I have always been a fan of bold colors. Unfortunately, cameras are no longer permitted in the hands of White House visitors, even someone like me, who has a friend with a friend who works in the place.
Perhaps what most intrigued me was how small the White House really is. Sure, it has four floors and lots of rooms, but I have seen bigger mansions. I was also surprised that areas like the South Lawn are much smaller in life than on television.
The building, too, seems dwarfed by other federal facilities around it. Somehow the building that houses the President should, in my mind, stand above the others.
I walked out of the White House knowing that I was privileged to have been given a private tour, but feeling that the building could never have lived up to my unrealistic expectations.