My Night at The Kennedy Center (I met Barbra Streisand!!!)

Last night was one of the most magical moments that I’ve had the opportunity to experience.  I felt like Eliza Doolittle when I got home.  As I bubbled over with excitement I recalled Eliza belting out I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night

On the occasion of my mother’s 59th birthday and the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts’ commemoration of the 50th anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s inauguration I had THE quintessential Washington DC experience.  I saw political luminaries and performance legends and I even had the chance to meet a few!

Like any red-blooded American girl I’m in awe of the Kennedy era.  Magic radiates from the images, documentaries and personal stories told about the Camelot era.  A strikingly beautiful couple that came to the White House with two young children and new ideals…championing civil rights, igniting the space race, encouraging the arts – the Kennedy’s brought hope to a nation.  John Fitzgerald Kennedy and Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy ushered in a new era.  This legacy was celebrated at last night’s 50th Anniversary celebration.

I scored a ticket to this event because my father was unable to attend…how could I refuse a night with my dear Mutha (in my best Brooklyn NY brogue) – it was her birthday and it was an evening at the Kennedy Center!

My mother and I arrived early (per usual) and met my Uncle Sandy at the roof top café.  My Uncle is an integral part to the story because he scored the tickets for the group of us that attended – THANKS UNC!!!  We were joined by a lovely cast of characters…my Aunt Mary (Uncle Sandy’s better half!) and Uncle Paul & Aunt Eva.

The evening started with a cocktail reception.  As we gathered around our table (one of those high tables without chairs) to take in the crowd and enjoy each others company I asked Uncle Paul and Aunt Eva about what they remembered of the Kennedy’s.  I was also curious about what it was like to have lived long enough to see black Americans go from second class citizenship to seeing Barack and Michelle Obama occupy the White House.  The common sentiment was that the electricity that the Kennedy era ushered in was palpable and that the sight of a black man as President of the United State was something that they never imagined would happen in their lifetime. 

After a while I felt the need to find a chair for my Aunt Eva…this quest would lead me to my first encounter with Barbra.  I walked up to a nearby table and asked if they were using both of their vacant chairs.  Mind you, I was just focused on getting a chair AND it was a dimly lit room.  I didn’t realize that the woman that told me that the chairs were occupied was Ms. Barbra Streisand. 

CLUELESS to my encounter I walked back to our table, however, on the way back I noticed a strikingly handsome, older, tall man with white hair…I asked my Uncle “who is that, he looks familiar?” my Uncle replied “that’s Barbra Streisand’s husband” and I shrieked “oh my gosh that JAMES BROLAND!!!.”  Before I could say Yentl Aunt Eva left the table to go speak to him!  My Uncle snapped a picture of the encounter and almost as soon as the shutter snapped the lights flickered and it was time to make our way downstairs… 

…As we turned to make our way to the elevator I looked over my shoulder at the table of women that wouldn’t give up either chair (to be fair, both chairs were occupied as we were walking out) – her face hit me like a vision – THE WOMAN THAT TOLD ME THAT THE CHAIRS WERE OCCUPIED WAS BARBRA STREISAND…HELLOW GORGEOUS!!!!  ( if you don’t understand the reference viewing this piece is mandatory 

I swear at that minute I wanted to run back to that table and belt out my best rendition of Don’t Rain on My Parade (again, if you don’t know the act you must watch this piece  I was crushed…I had my chance to say HELLO to Barbra and I had simply asked for one of her chairs – but the night wasn’t over!

We took the elevator downstairs and slowly filed into the concert hall.  On the way in we ran into the jazz legend Herbie Hancock – my Uncle orchestrated this fine photo…not my best but oh well (you can’t win em all!).

We get to our seats and the magic continues…the lights are dimmed and the voice says “Introducing the President of the United States”….and just like that President Barack Obama was standing right before my eyes.  I drank in that moment.  I summoned my entire consciousness to take in that moment, to imprint that man in my memory for a lifetime.  President Obama spoke of President Kennedy’s dreams for the country, his belief that America could be better, that America could open it consciousness, and that in the face of difficult times President Kennedy wasn’t afraid to fight the tough battles.  His words and his presence were a pleasurable shock to the senses.

After the President left the stage Diane Sawyer and her husband, film director Mike Nichols guided us through the evening’s show.  A choir did a lovely rendition of America the Beautiful, the Harvard University Glee Club sang a moving piece while a photo montage of President Kennedy’s life played in the background, a tap dancing duo did a routine that represented the new kinds of artists that the Kennedy’s welcomed to the white house, Yo- Yo Ma played the cello while a ballerina performed an elegant dance tribute, Paul Simon sang the moving song The Sound of Silence , a song that he wrote in the aftermath of President Kennedy’s assassination…and there was so much more!  President Kennedy’s three grandchildren recited Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken, Morgan Freeman read select stanzas of famous Kennedy speeches while the National Symphony Orchestra played in the background, Herbie Hancock played a jazz rendition of The Way We Were.

Pure magic.

And in the end, when the crowd was on its feet I turned around to take in the Kennedy clan that was seated in the first balcony almost directly above me and I saw a face that was Jacqueline Kennedy’s…of course it was not Jackie O but the resemblance was shocking – it was Jackie O’s sister, Lee Radziwill…my night was made.  Seeing Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis’s face in the face of her sister, Lee Radziwill sent me over the top… 

…My eyes panned to the left and I saw John Kerry, Nancy Pelosi, Caroline Kennedy and her children…and then I saw HER again.  BARBRA.  

Perhaps I would have another chance.

As we flowed with the crowd that was spilling out of the performance hall my eyes were racing all over the place – where was she??  I couldn’t let my interaction with Barbra Streisand be me asking her for a chair!!  So we waited and people watched as the crowd left…we watched the notable Washington DC faces walk by, we watched the Kennedy family congregate, and chatted with people we knew in the crowd.  The crowd was thinning but still no Barbra. 

I had a feeling of defeat.  Maybe I missed her.  She was probably ushered out via some secret Kennedy Center hallway that I knew nothing about. 

Chairgate would be the bane of my existence…and then I saw her.  It was like buttah – I had to redeem myself! 

At that moment my typical cool, calm and collected around celebrities self went out the window.  I was in full on groupie mode…everything that I learned in New York about not harassing celebrities WAS GONE.  I was going to speak to her again. 

So I eased up to her…nervous as all get out (this was my view of her* – yep, I was a stalker)…

*I did not take this photo of her – my Uncle did – BUT I was hovering this close to her waiting for the courage to pounce!

…and I said “I asked you for a chair earlier and I didn’t even realize it was you BUT I LOVE YOU, I love your work – I’m so sorry” and she said, in a quiet and demure voice “it was no bother”…and as she walked off, I yelled at her “HELLOW GORGEOUS!”…I think I caught a slight smile on her face.

Oh what a night.  It was a great way to celebrate my mother’s 59 years on this earth and a magnificent tribute to a legendary President.

Uncle Sandy – thanks for the memories.


The one, the only, Ms. Oprah Winfrey

For my first post of 2011 I thought I’d write about someone that inspires me.  The one, the only, Ms. Oprah Winfrey.  She says that her brand is love and I believe her.  Almost every time she opens her mouth she utters something that makes me want to be a better person.  Oprah’s interview with Piers Morgan captured the essence of this iconic woman.  Not only did she look beautiful, more importantly, her words were beautiful.

People who don’t remember their history are doomed to repeat it – It means the world to me that Oprah gets this.  When Piers asked Oprah something along the lines of What’s it like to be Oprah Winfrey and be as loved and as powerful as you are?, her answer spoke volumes…from what I can remember she said that First and foremost I am a former negro that was born in the state of Mississippi, which was an apartheid state.  It is not lost on me that for me to be sitting here with you right now and to be in the position that I am is an extraordinary thing that was unimaginable for a young negro girl.  Oprah then went on to say that she knew that without the life’s work of Dr. Martin Luther King she wouldn’t be where she is today.  For this internationally known and beloved figure – who in many eyes has transcended race- to make that completely honest statement is one of Oprah’s best qualities.  She radiates sincerity and honesty.   

Her self assurance is uplifting.  For Oprah to bluntly say “I’m just not the marrying type” is a shot in the arm of women who choose to let their marriage status define them.  Any single woman can tell you how hard it is to not be defined by your marriage status.  Here is the most powerful woman in the world saying – it’s not for me.  I was thoroughly impressed with this.  I would like to one day marry the man that I love BUT I don’t want to be a woman that lets this desire define my life.  As I type this I have the most recent episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta playing in my head and I’m thinking of Cynthia.  This amazing beauty who had a modeling career, left it behind for the man that she loves (I’m all for taking leaps of faith!), and is now being confronted with all of the tell tale signs that she should NOT get married…no income coming in, investments gone bad, a man that doesn’t feel the need to include her in decisions about mutual investments…and still, all she can think about is getting married, ALL she can think about is a wedding.  How sad is that?  With everything crumbling – including trust in her man – she just wants a wedding.  Oprah proclaims that she’s bigger than that…and by her example, we all know that we can be too.

The woman is larger than life but she still knows when to stay in her lane and she said as much to Piers.  All of Piers’ attempts to goad Oprah into discussions about running for public office were met with Oprah’s assurance that she understood what she was good at – she said “I know how to stay in my lane.”  How refreshing is that???  She understands her brand and what she means to people and because of that understanding we won’t see her running for president, making a perfume, selling a line of hair extensions etc.  We can rest assured that she will deliver on her purpose.  YES!!!

Oprah’s sister friend Gayle King signals to me that Oprah is who she says she is.  The love and respect that Oprah shows for her sister friend is so familiar to me because it’s the same love that I have for my sister friends.  Women that I love and respect that will have my back no matter what.  It’s sad that many women don’t understand this love…choosing to define it as lesbian rather than seek real friendship bonds in their own lives.  This friendship makes her down to earth, it makes me understand the kind of woman that she is.   

Lastly, she spoke of observing peoples energy and said she was very keen on the energy of people that she lets in her life…she made a point of saying that she didn’t shout and she didn’t allow people around her to shout because “as soon as you shout you lose control over the message” – I might need to post that on my wall as a daily reminder!

I think the most important thing that we can take from Oprah is to show people who we are, through our words and actions.  Granted, sometimes we will fail, but we can try. 

Thanks for the inspiration Oprah – keep it coming.