Much as we here at DC Like a Local would hate to add to the fracas about the uncouth activities of Michaele and Tareq Salahi, aka “The White House Party Crashers”, it got us to thinking about why all the fuss?
Well, for the first thing, admit it, we are all jealous. Who among us would not like a photo op with President Obama—in addition to the rest of the hot shots who were present at the November 24, 2009, dinner? Just think how much hay we could make in our annual Christmas letters about that. I mean, we would “one up” everyone on our Christmas card list. We wouldn’t have to tell them how our house was in foreclosure, talk about how we lost our jobs last year or make up things about, ahem, our unsuccessful adult children. We could just show them The Photos. Eat your heart out Christmas card list.
It wasn’t always this hard to get close to the President. In fact, job seekers used to bombard Abraham Lincoln all the time. Just read any major book about it. The people drove him crazy with requests—and amazingly he invited them in to talk about them. He felt he had to.
With assassinations (Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley and Kennedy), attempted assassinations (Jackson, both Roosevelts, Ford and Reagan) and 9/11, that sort of access to the president has been progressively closed down (unless, maybe, you have big money to donate to a presidential campaign and qualify for a romp in the Lincoln bedroom upstairs).
You try getting a White House tour these days. Moreover, the regular tour does not include access to anything other than Green Room, Blue Room, Red Room and East Room and a look at some china (no Obama access). It is about as easy as climbing Mount Everest. We've talked about access to the White House before, and you should be forewarned; tours have to be requested by Congressmen and Senators in groups of 10. Some form groups of constituents and some require you to form the groups. So what does a family of four do? Go out and borrow some kids or just hope they have a cooperative Congressman? Foreigners are told to contact their embassies, but some embassies (e.g., the Australian Embassy) tell their nationals to go away. They don’t go away because the skivvy on the travel boards is that DC Delegate Eleanor Holmes Norton will get foreigners tickets. The Australians all bother her.
Maybe, if all the women bought designer saris and men hired tuxes and came in the evening, they would be luckier. By the way, sometimes people think they have a White House tour and, a couple of days before they are told “Sari [sic] no tour.” White House tours can be canceled on short notice for any reason--but apparently not for the Salahis.
I can’t say that I haven’t tried crashing, but I doubt I would have the chutzpah to crash the White House. I once rode on Eugene McCarthy’s campaign plane to get back to college, but I asked, so I don’t get credit for that one. I did crash a “rubber chicken” event for Ted Kennedy in Boston in the early 1970’s with a phony press card. But that was before 9/11 and metal detectors everywhere. I don’t dispute the necessity for such things, but it does have a way of spoiling the party, doesn’t it? There is just something so exciting to going beyond the gate that tells the peasants to keep out.
If you are traveling to DC on a vacation and want to get into the White House, you can try buying saris and tuxes, but they will be checking more carefully now and I doubt that particular gambit would work again. Maybe a designer gown and white tie would be better. Dunno. Since most of us cannot afford such clothes (and prefer to pay our bills—apparently unlike the Salahis), we can always stand outside and have our photos taken on either side of the White House standing against the fence. If you are determined, you can always jump the fence, but it is not something this writer would advise. People have done it before. If you are not shot first, you will no doubt be given an appointment for a mental exam and housed for awhile at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital--DC’s institution for those who are somewhat mentally absent. Besides, the Secret Service will clear the area and others will be prevented from taking photos to prove they actually saw the exterior of the White House. The only ones, alas, who have free reign of the White House ground are the squirrels and Bo Obama.
You know what? The White House ain’t so hot anyway. Everyone comes out a bit disappointed (although, after all, they do the tour, not the state dinner) and you can’t bring cameras to have your photo taken inside (although phones with cameras are allowed; you figure). You want to see the best building in DC, go to The Capitol and take the tour. You’ll still go through the metal detectors but you could see someone famous in the hallway—and, if you get passes from your Congressman to watch the House in session, you might see Nancy Pelosi in the chair. No cameras are allowed inside the House or Senate though. After all, you are not at a state dinner.
As for me, I am still awaiting my invite to a state dinner. I am not holding my breath because I can't afford the sari.