I volunteered to help my country on the Mall on Inauguration Day. Here's what happened.

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Jan. 20 2010 6:59 AM

Little Hotties at the Mall

Volunteering at the inauguration was more satisfying than I had a right to expect. Plus, I got free hand warmers.

The crowd at the National Mall. Click image to expand.
Crowds on the National Mall on Inauguration Day

President Obama marks his one-year anniversary in office on Wednesday. As part of Slate's coverage, Nicholas Schmidle wrote about serving as a volunteer on the National Mall for Inauguration Day. Schmidle's dispatch, first published the day after the inauguration, is reprinted below. Slate's full coverage of the inauguration is here.

At 5 o'clock on Tuesday morning, two full hours before sunrise, I reported for duty at the base of the Washington Monument. A tangle of strobes beamed up from the center of the Mall, and more than mile away, a battery of floodlights illuminated the Capitol. Seven hours later, Barack Obama would be sworn in as president of the United States.

"Where's Team 13?!?"
"Team 6 meet here!"


Semipro team leaders called out directions at the scrum of volunteers rubbing their mittens together and swapping tales about who traveled the farthest or woke up the earliest. (Others scoffed when I griped about getting up at 3 a.m.) Then I heard a lady behind me exclaim in a thick, Southern accent, "I thaink I gotta dud."

The woman's outburst wasn't a result of being paired off with an unpromising partner for the day, but of the fact that her hand warmers—"Little Hotties"—weren't living up to their name. This was no time for faulty advertising. Temperatures hovered in the teens, and the wind mocked each and every layer of the allegedly "extreme conditions" gear that I'd put on that morning. Our shift lasted another 10 hours. I hoped that the "Little Hotties" just needed some time.

Weather aside, I felt more than a little uncomfortable and awkward when I showed up. The fact is, I had never volunteered a day in my life for anything. I am just not a rah-rah kind of guy. I guess I lack the civic gene. Sure, I had voted for Obama, but I never chanted "Yes, we can" or "O-BA-MA." Last week I asked myself whether I had done anything significant either to help Obama get elected or to help him succeed once in office. Having answered "no" to both questions, I raised the prospect of volunteering with my wife, a chronic do-gooder with numerous Habitat for Humanity projects under her belt.

"That's great," she replied. "I've already signed us up."

Among the various roles that any president should fill, perhaps the most crucial is the capacity to inspire the nation. Such inspiration can take numerous forms, from military service to the Peace Corps to AmeriCorps to just flying a flag in front of one's home. In Obama's inauguration speech, he called on Americans to show "a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves"; hours after being sworn in, I watched Obama on television endorsing a program called "USA Service."

Just how much will he reshape the way that Americans, especially minorities of all ages and liberal whites belonging to the generations after Vietnam, perceive national service? Based on my own impulse to volunteer, I would think a lot.

In preparatory e-mails leading up to the big day, I was told that my service would entail safety, information, surveillance, and watching for "unruly guests." Until I spotted the plethora of National Guardsmen, police, Secret Service, and Eagle Scouts, I thought this might have involved brandishing a taser. Alas, the guys in full uniform handled the more exciting jobs. My wife and I, sporting red knit caps with "volunteer" stitched across the forehead, greeted people and fielded questions. ("Sir, this is the Mall" and "Ma'am, the Porta-Potties are over there" were my two most popular replies.)



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