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Living The Dream: A Washington Service Experience

        As part of my transfer orientation/welcome week at American University, I had the privilege of participating in one of welcome week's volunteer experiences. The series of philanthropic activities is meant to act as the beginning of our immersion into Washington DC, not hesitating at the various monuments and tourist points-of-interest. Rather, the goal of such an activity is to start to understand the diversity of peoples, neighborhoods, and cultures that form the real backbone of our nation's capital.
        I volunteered in conjunction with "We Are Family," a small, grassroots organization that reaches out to senior citizens of color in several of DC's troubled neighborhoods—historically infested with crime, drug and alcohol abuse, and other social ills (Additional information can be found here). (I look forward to possibly working with this organization in continued volunteer efforts in Washington DC). The organization conforms nicely with the late Dr. Martin Luther King's message of blending justice and service aimed at egalitarianism, while being aided by religious and moral fervor. With that said, of course the day began at one of several baptist churches scattered around the North Capitol/Shaw neighborhoods of DC, almost directly adjacent to the Capitol Building. I worked along side groups from Georgetown and George Washington Universities, both also located within DC. 

An Older Portion of Shaw
        The man in charge of this service project, Mark, explained to us how we were going to deliver bags of hand-packaged groceries and food-stuffs to senior citizens living in a government-sponsored (HUD) housing complex. The seniors depended on these deliveries, especially during the second half of each month. The twenty minute walk to the apartment complex made as much an impact on me as
Row Homes Around Revitalized Shaw
the project itself. It was fascinating to see neighborhoods amidst large scale change and subjective improvement, both at the hands of gentrification. The same neighborhoods that I traversed were almost too dangerous to even step foot in during the drug crackdowns in the 1980's. As I gazed out into the streets and towards the horizon, I saw a conflicting story: new modern buildings popping up like trees amongst the run down, yet architecturally and culturally rich row homes. The neighborhood was obviously in flux and in transition. 

        When I arrived at the apartment complex and entered the building, I was amazed at how great the building looked, not even considering the fact that it was government-owned (and subsidized) public housing. It looked better than a fair share of hotels I've stayed at! As I made my way into the elevator, pressed the 3rd floor button, and exited the elevator, I was much closer to delivering one of the eleven eco-friendly bags stuffed with nourishment. After knocking deliberately on the apartment door (most of the residents I dealt with had hearing problems because of their age), I was met by an elderly woman. While recognizing who I was, and asking why I was there for, she looked as though she was caught between different times. I remembered Mark saying that these women endured the darkest days of Washington DC—the segregation era and the race riots following Martin Luther King's assassination in 1968. Now, they continued to endure new timesyet they lived on the same ground and crisscrossed the same street corners. Only more gingerly. 
Cover Of The Washington Post
        Upon entering the room, I paid little attention to the hazy and smokey air that smacked me in the face in less than an instant. It brought that frequently-used metaphor about shady Washington political deal-making—the "smoke and mirrors phenomenon"—to life. My eyes moved from an ornamental grandfather clock adorned with Jesus Christ, his hands chronicling the decreasing time on earth, to various photos of family and what looked like relatives. I became transfixed on a simple framed picture that hung near the entrance of the living room. It showcased the front page of the Washington Post on November 5th, 2008, showing the first African-American president of the United States, Barack Obama, and the new First Lady Michelle Obama waving to supporters. While a fellow volunteer was conversing with the senior, I felt a new sensation. I remembered seeing countless pictures and video bites of African-Americans on television, both ordinary and famous, some crying, some jumping up and down, yet all were as exuberant and happy as they had ever been in their life. November 5th was the culmination of over four decades of physical and emotional struggle. To most people, the election of Obama signified just a political and demographic victory. Yet, for the people of that apartment complex in the Shaw neighborhood of our nation's capital and for me, that victory achieved an unparalleled significance. Symbolized by that picture frame, Obama's ascendancy to Chief Executive meant a personal and familial success story. It became part of every African American's shared experience.
        I finish this short story with a line that I heard at the closing ceremony of the service experience program back at my school. Martin Luther King expressed "his dream," of egalitarianism and the abolition of racism and all negativity derived therefrom. As a country, we are still attempting to "live" the dream. We better wake up soon.


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