White House Arrival Ceremony, Fife & Drum Corps

White House Insider returns to the White House South Lawn on Wednesday, for the Obamas’ second State Visit Arrival Ceremony – for President Calderon of Mexico. This will be the first time I experience this event as a guest, rather than as the organizer. I’m the ONLY person, other than Presidents and First Ladies, with eight years of participation in these events, so I know all the behind the scenes scrambling that goes on that morning. And, there’s some nice symmetry, since I now LIVE in Mexico, so I’m more familiar with Mr. Calderon than most Americans.

The White House Visitors Office coordinates with the Social Office and the Military District of Washington to arrange all the details – and there are plenty. Arrival Ceremonies are highly choreographed diplomatic welcomes hosted by one Head of State for another. At precisely 9:25 a.m. the visiting dignitary and spouse step into a limo – you know, the kind with the little country flags on the front bumper – at Blair House, the President’s guest house, across Pennsylvania Ave from the North Front of the White House. The moment they depart, the Blair House manager calls the White House and alerts them. Precisely five minutes later they arrive at the South West Gate, and the limo rolls slowly up the driveway.

The President and First Lady step out of the South Door of the White House, above them on the Truman Balcony the herald trumpets play a fanfare, and the car arrives. Secret Service officers from the Dignitary Protective Division open the doors, the guests step out and there are handshakes all around. The President gestures for the head of state to step with him to a low platform with a lectern. The First Lady and guest spouse step to an area near them on the Lawn. All around are personal guests of the President, members of the Head of State entourage and security, Members of Congress, the press, and on the South part of the Lawn, thousands of invited guests stand in the sunlight taking photos of the pageantry.

In the Clinton years, the first Arrival Ceremonies we did had the press riser directly in front of the platform. Then the President asked us to add in an area for his friends in front of them. He said if he had to look at somebody, he’d rather be looking at friends when he spoke. Made sense to me! We called this area the “gold rope” area, because we never wanted to use the term “VIP.” I thought everyone who came to the White House was a VIP and we didn’t want any guest to feel less special than another. We used to put little sticky dots (from the office supply store) on their lapels so we could quickly identify them.
The two Heads of State make brief speeches. Your country and the USA, yada yada yada, long time friends, yada yada yada, Thomas Jefferson and our country, yada yada yada, Abraham Lincoln, yada yada yada … you could play buzz word BINGO from the predictability of these speeches!

Then everyone watches the President’s Own Fife and Drum Corps march in colonial style uniforms, and play colonial era music. Very colorful! The heads of state step down, the President invites his guest to join him in reviewing the troops assembled on the Lawn. And that’s about it. All the dignitaries step into the Diplomatic Reception Room and the President has a meeting with his counterpart in the Oval Office while the First Lady hosts a coffee in the Residence (top two floors) for spouse and a few others. In less than an hour they’re out the door and on their way.

The guest couple will spend the day in ceremonial activities, addressing Congress, visiting schools or hospitals or museums … when I was at the National Gallery of Art in the 1980s, it was a big deal that Raisa Gorbachev came to visit our Georgia O’Keefe exhibit. We called her security detail “Mikhail’s Navy.”

And then that night is Washington’s most important and high-profile event, the White House State Dinner – our equivalent of the Academy Awards. Remember the old saying? “Politics is show business for ugly people”? Well, this is the night all the political and diplomatic people get to show up in the limelight and shine. Just watch them walk past the press on their way in to the dinner – you’ll see some funny distinctions. The political people all scurry past, heads down, eyes averted. God forbid they get trapped into talking to the press! But the movie stars, musicians and athletes who make the dinner interesting aren’t afraid of the press – they LIVE for the press. So they stroll in, smiling and happy to chat with reporters.

This is a great opportunity for all White House fanatics. We’ll all be watching to see who’s on the guest list, what the ladies wear, and what’s on the menu. I like to see how the tables are decorated – which china is used, the Reagan red or Hillary Clinton yellow? What do the flowers look like? There’s a new florist in the White House since Nancy Clark retired after 25 years. He’s got a more modern take on flower arrangements, and clearly Mrs. Obama likes his unusual arrangements (I do too.) You may think flowers are frivolous, but they’re NOT. During the cold war when Soviet leaders stayed in Blair House, the florists were instructed to change the flowers in every room EVERY time the guests moved to another room. EVERY time. The idea was to make the point that America is a country of limitless riches and resources. With flowers!

Well, I’m really looking forward to being on the Lawn on Wednesday. I hope the Obamas get the same great weather for outdoor events we always did – except for poor Tony Blair who came in an ice storm … and regardless of weather, it’s always an honor to be at the White House!

Arrival Ceremony on the South Lawn of the White House

Melinda Bates in the Rose Garden with one of the Thanksgiving turkeys the President pardons every year.

That’s me in the picture there, and you may wonder why I’m petting a turkey.  Good question!  (‘Cause, you know, who does that?  Not to mention, isn’t that the biggest turkey you’ve ever seen?)  Well, that’s not just ANY turkey.  That’s the official, White House turkey!  You’ve probably seen a video clip of a President smiling, laying his hand on a humongous white bird and officially “pardoning” it, as the beginning of Thanksgiving.  This happens every year in the White House Rose Garden, and there I am, just before President Bill Clinton steps out of the Oval Office (far left corner) to honor this tradition.

Why am I there?  That’s another good question.  I’m there because my office, for all eight years of the Clinton administration, was just across the House in the East Wing.  Every morning I’d see the President’s schedule for official events.  So, when the President was doing something fun and interesting, I’d walk on over to watch.  Just one of the incredible perks of being a Special Assistant to the President and Director, White House Visitors Office – and of being a lifelong friend of Bill.

For this particular event, the turkey farmer selected brings a van with not one, but two of these huge birds.  Why two?  Because 1) the birds are so darn top-heavy you never know if or when they might just topple over and lie there with their little feet in the air (NOT a great visual for TV) and 2) you also never know when they might keel over from the sheer excitement and stress of the moment, and then you’d have a DEAD turkey for the shot, and that would be horrible!  So there’s always a back-up turkey.  Just in case.  And POTUS pardons it, and it goes off to live in a petting zoo somewhere.  Probably just as well.  I always thought there could be no natural way to grow a turkey that size.

And that’s it for the official celebration of Thanksgiving at the White House.  The actual day and family feast is private, just the First Family and friends, gathered either at the White House or Camp David – a really nice place for everyone to relax, get together, play games or sports and enjoy some quiet time together.  The Clintons used to celebrate the day before by going, all by themselves, to a Washington soup kitchen to prepare and serve meals to the homeless.  I well remember the first year they did this, 1993, and how hard some Members of Congress pressed to get to go with them, and how hard the press pushed for major coverage.  But for Bill and Hillary this was a private moment of personal charity, something they’d been doing for years, and they didn’t want to turn it into a press, photo-op moment – so they pushed back just as hard!

There was also an earlier (FAR earlier) Thanksgiving I shared with Bill Clinton when we were both freshmen at Georgetown, but you should read about it in my book, White House Story, a Democratic Memoir!

It’s a long way from the White House and Washington DC to Calafia Paradise Resort in Rosarito Beach, Mexico, where I now happily live.  Instead of chilly, overcast weather we enjoy days of brilliant, warm sunshine, cool breezes and crystal blue skies.  We’ll probably have our Thanksgiving feast outside, gathering our friends on the patio, looking past the flowers in my garden to the dolphins fishing just off shore.  Maybe a whale, a forerunner of the pods to come in December, will cruise by, showing us a spout, or slapping a fin on the water.  Maybe we’ll take a dip in one of the pools after dinner to burn off some calories, and for sure we’ll walk the dogs along the cliff edge, or take them for a run on the beach – these are NEW traditions for us, and we love them.

The food will be even better than it was back home, because here we can get fresher produce, at the organic farmers’ market, richer cream, and just about all the traditional ingredients.  And what’s not available here we can easily get right across the border in San Diego – at Costco or Vons.  So, cooks have the best of both worlds!  And that proximity to San Diego means it’s easy for family and friends to fly or drive here for the holidays and share them with us.

So, yes, it’s a long way from “home,” but THIS is now home, and we couldn’t be happier.  We believe we’ve come to the perfect spot in a wonderful, welcoming country, with a much lower cost of living, security and amenities we could only dream of back in the U.S.  We’d be very happy to welcome YOU as new neighbors and friends, so please come take a look at Calafia Paradise Resort!