When the news of the monster's slaying reached our televisions and computer screens, some twenty of my peers and neighbors made our way to Union Pub for a celebratory drink as we waited for President Obama's speech. Late on a Sunday night, the bar had been winding down to close but welcomed the business as more trailed in behind us. While we waited for the president's remarks, we saw on CNN that crowds were beginning to form outside of the White House. Within minutes we were sprinting across the street to Union Station, hailing a taxi cab and cramming as many inside as we could. The driver, unaware of what was going on, started up his blue tooth to tell others of the development when we relayed the news.
We were soon outside of the North Lawn, a crowd having already formed at the sidewalk there as TV cameras rolled. Every minute, more and more descended upon the area with celebratory joy from every direction until it was completey packed from the fence to Lafayette Park, throngs out to cheer
the demise of our greatest enemy. Sparklers were lit, vuvuzelas sounded, and chants abounded. Every few moments the crowd broke into the Star Spangled Banner or other songs, American flags waving about. People climbed atop the lampposts and trees to hang their flags high, police and Secret Service watching from a distance as the happy crowd was self-controlled. The atmosphere was almost that of a school pep rally
Opting to walk back to our Capitol Hill home sometime after one in the morning, we continued to pass throngs of happy people heading towards the White House. Throughout the city cars were honking their horns in celebration, their windows rolled down as they cheered or waved flags. Many cars passing by, and an occasional bar, had Toby Keith's Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue
blasting (Refrain of that song: "Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list, and the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist, and the Eagle will fly, man it's gonna be hell when you hear mother freedom start ringing her bell, and it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you, brought to you courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue."). It was not until approaching Chinatown that the sounds of the White House crowd finally began to die away. Returning home, we put on the President's speech (having missed it while out and about), said goodnight, and slept a good sleep knowing that justice had prevailed over the beast who had taken something from us in our youth when we all sat in our schoolyards, homerooms, and dormitories ten years ago and looked on in confused horror on that terrible day. Justice prevails. God Bless America.