As mentioned in the earlier blog, I have been to a few Jimmy Carter booksignings before, and even posted blog entries about them. So, here are some of those previously published blog entries about a couple of those signings.
Both of these were from 2014. The first one was with my son on March 25, 2014. The second one was much later in the year, around early December, from the Yale University campus in New Haven, Connecticut.
President Jimmy Carter Book Signing, New York, NY - March 25, 2014 - originally published March 27, 2014:
My son and me, posing in front of the sign advertising the appearance by President Jimmy Carter. It was a bit chillier than expected, as well as noisy. But in the end, it was definitely worth it!
This is President Jimmy Carter's new book - "A Call to Action: Women, Religion, Violence, and Power
A couple of days ago, I mentioned in a post that President Jimmy Carter was coming to this area for a book signing. New York City is always going to be a big draw, of course, and he has come here before. This was not the first time that I would attend one of these functions of his, for that matter.
But that said, it would be the first time that I would take my son to one. He is eight years old, and this seemed like a unique opportunity for him to experience something that he might not experience again for a long time, if ever.
So, off we went.
Truth be told, I found this time to be different in several ways then the three previous times that I had gone to the city for a book signing event with President Carter. The previous times, I had been less organized, even though I had enjoyed more time beforehand. I found out about this less than 48 hours before it happened, but was determined to make this happen, and make it a success - mostly because the last time I had been to one, I had been disappointed by the extent of their limiting the amount of books signed. Following that, I made sure that the books that I wanted signed were all in one place, should the opportunity rise again, like it did this time. Also, I never had a camera on me before, but my cell phone nowadays does have one, which would afford me the opportunity to snap some pictures, hopefully!
I met my son and his mother (my ex-wife) at our designated meeting place -Willowbrook Mall parking lot. It was more or less midway between us, so it worked out best, and I am appreciative that she was willing to drive out that far. He seemed in high spirits. But then again, it was a surprise day off from school for him, as well as an exciting opportunity to meet a famous and historically important person!
It seemed best if we got some food in us, so I picked up some bagels (flavored for him), so we would not be starving while on line, and unable to get out of the line. The previous such events with Carter had been like that, so I was prepared to stand for hours, if need be.
After that, we headed towards Newark, to my old place of employment, and his former school. There is some cheap parking there that I know of, and we then took the PATH train to the city. My son absolutely adores trains, and he was fascinated by it all! This was already very exciting!
We got there, and obviously, there was some walking to do. The PATH takes you to 33rd Street, but the store was on 46th Street and 5th Avenue, which was a bit of a distance. Maybe that does not sound too long, but when you have an eight year old who, understandably, is taking everything in, fascinated by the noise and the sites and the energy of the big city, it can take some time. He has taken a fascination with rocks lately, and we passed a very impressive looking rock/jewelry store. The store front window showed a huge display of fossils and expensive looking boulders and such. I promised him that we would visit it as we headed back.
Finally, we arrived at the store and, sure enough, there was a line that already wrapped around the corner. The first time I went to one of these (at Barnes and Noble on Union Square), the book signing was on the fourth level, and they closed off the entire floor for the event. So, those of us who were waiting to get the President's autograph could wait inside, in the warmth. True, sitting on the floor for a long period of time can be uncomfortable. But it was better than standing outside, listening to garbage trucks across the street picking up all the debris that the construction workers were bringing out of the building. But, hey, what can you do?
Of course, the first thing that I had to do was pick up a couple of copies of the new book. So, we went in and did that, after first stopping at the bathroom. We both needed to go. He thought he did not at first, but I told him it might be a long wait, and so he decided it might be best.
Then, we went back outside. Walked around the corner, and found what appeared to be the end of the line, not maybe fifty feet after the corner. Wow! This was looking good!
Then, the security lady kind of smiled, and told us the end of the line was further back. I saw that we were by what might have been loading bays, which are not to be blocked, and saw a line of people standing beyond.
Sighing, I told my son that we needed to keep walking.
As we reached the end of the line, we looked around. There was some kind of construction project across the street, and a bunch of very noisy garbage trucks lined up, picking up the garbage, apparently, from the worksite.
Great!
My son mentioned how loud it was. But then, he began to be preoccupied with the sidewalk scaffolding on our side of the street, and started climbing. He kept remarkably occupied throughout the wait, which wound up being not nearly as long as I feared.
When you stand around long enough on a line, there is a good chance that, eventually, you will talk to the people next to you. That's what happened here. The guy behind me had apparently brought his family, as his wife and daughter were there. Or, actually, I should mention that, for the most part, they weren't there, but going to the café to pick up goodies, and looking for other places to stay warm and to find small comforts. The guy asked me if I had taken my son out from school for the day for this. Yes, I had, because it was such a unique event and opportunity. He agreed, and told me the same with his daughter.
The guy in front of me was a science teacher right in the city, apparently playing hooky from school for the day so that he could attend this event. He had also gone to one of these events before with President Carter. He mentioned that he was from Connecticut, and I mentioned that we were from New Jersey. Before long, the conversation turned political, and he asked if I was a supporter of Christie.
God no!
He laughed, feeling a lot better after that answer, and we got to talking for quite some time after that. We talked about politics, about Jimmy Carter, and even about comic super heroes, as he was apparently a big fan of Marvel characters. I tried to engage my son in the conversation with this topic, but he apparently was having none of it. But the guy apparently was very well informed about the history of Marvel, and told me, for example, that Stan Lee kind of posed as the creator of Marvel, but really wasn't. Learn something new everyday.
By this point, the line was moving, and we finally entered the building. Upstairs, to the line, with the aligning area not far, although it was blocked off by curtains placed all around, so you could not actually see anything. They instructed us to prepare our books, but since I figured this would be like the last time, where the line snaked around each row of bookshelves, I took more time than probably I should have, since it seemed we had plenty of time.
Butt we approached the signing area much quicker than expected. The previous times that I had done this, it had gone much slower, but there were probably good reasons for this. First of all, this was the middle of a weekday! That makes a difference. I happened to have had that time off naturally, given my schedule (and even if I didn't, I probably would have tried to make a way to make it free), so it was not a problem from my end. But for others, it would probably prove to be more of a challenge than if this had taken place during an evening session. Also, there seemed less publicity this time around then before. I happened to stumble on this information just a day or two beforehand, and quickly took action and made my plans. But I was lucky to have done so. Point was, there were not nearly as many people as any of the previous three times that I had seen him. Now, he is a former President, so that is going to attract a crowd. And given the day and the time, it was a fair amount of people, with the line stretching past the entrance of the building, around the corner, to the end of the block, where as I understand it, it went around another corner. But still, we were more or less in and out much quicker than I expected. The line inside the store did not snake around the shelves, like they have in the past. Before I knew it, we were pretty much there.
Now, when I had called the store the day before, just to confirm that this event was still on, and to ask some general questions, they had told me that pictures were more or less frowned upon. That was entirely in keeping with the two previous times that I had seen President Carter, although the first time, it was at another Barnes & Noble (the one at Union Square), and the set up was entirely different, and much more conducive to picture taking. The problem was, I did not have any camera, including my cheap cell phone at the time, which did not have a camera feature. I was dying to get some pictures, but was discouraged.
Imagine my surprise, then, when one of the employees said that we could take quick pictures, but only in the short waiting area just before giving our books to be signed! So, I took a few pictures - as many as I could, really - and hoped that at least one of them would come out well. Keep in mind that I was trying to get my books out of the bag and ready simultaneously, and the security guys kept telling everyone to keep moving, or get your books ready. Everything was done, as always, to expedite the time involved. A few of them came out decently. Not great, but not too bad, either. These are posted down below.
It was a relief to finally get a picture of one of these events! I was glad. But suddenly, we were up next, and again, pictures were frowned upon at too close a range. So, I clumsily fumbled my phone back into my pocket, and approached the President, while urging my son on in front of me, to go ahead and meet the President.
President Carter looked at my son after signing the last of the previous person's books, and mentioned that now we have a very important customer.
He looked at my son warmly, and then asked, "What's your name?"
My son told him. First and last name. Very respectfully, very properly.
President Carter then turned to me, with the same good spirit in his eyes and demeanor.
"Take good care of him."
"Yes, I will, Mr. President."
I also thanked him for signing our books.
And then it was done. Not much of a conversation, especially from my end, admittedly. Still, it was better than the previous times that I had gone to one of these events, and found myself speaking hoarsely, barely comprehensible even to my own ears. A bit tongue-tied those last times, when all I could muster was an almost choked off, "Thank you, Mr. President." Then, I would awkwardly walk away, looking back to steal glances at the man.
This time, it was better. More words exchanged, and almost an actual conversation, small though it might have been. And my son, who can often be awkward, if not downright rude in these situations, was actually pretty good this time around. Respectful, answering the question posed to him thoroughly and attentively.
A few years ago, when I went to a similar event to see Andre Agassi for a book signing, Agassi had wanted to engage my son, but he was in a combative mood, telling Agassi that he did not want to talk to him.
"But I want to talk to you!", Agassi responded, as my son fought off my efforts to encourage some kind of conversation, stalking off angrily, making sure, one last time, that Andre Agassi understood that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.
I thanked Agassi, obviously awkwardly, and went after my son.
Agassi said one last thing, with people laughing all around.
"Good luck with him!" he said, in a conspiratorial tone that suggested that luck would be necessary.
Yes, that had been a bit uncomfortable. And I wanted, at all costs, to avoid that kind of a scenario this time around.
Indeed, it could have been much worse. In fact, this time around things went without a hitch at all, really. Under the circumstances, it was probably the best that I could hope for.
So, walking away from the President, I was thankful. Told my son to look one last time, to get a good look at President Carter, as he was back to signing books again. He can do that awfully fast, by the way. When I went to the Julius Erving book signing in November at the Philadelphia Free Library, I overheard one of the workers there mentioning that while some of the people could sign books quickly, the undisputed record holder was Jimmy Carter. Indeed, in past book signing events with him, I remember him seemingly scribbling his name on the books, then sliding them down in a very cool manner, over and over again with each book, my own included. Yet, when I checked his autograph, they all looked pretty much the same! You cannot say that he doesn't have a talent for those things.
We walked away, feeling great! The science teacher was there, waiting for us with a smile. The books were really cool souvenirs of the event, he said, and I agreed. He also mentioned that hopefully, my son would remember this, I obviously did, too. He is still young, and seems to have forgotten some of the things that we did together, which is pretty common for very young people, I guess.
Oh, and we did stop at the rock store on the way home. I even got him something, a little bottle with little rocks, the name of which I can't quite remember at the moment. Green something or other. I eventually had to kind of get him out of there, because it was getting later than expected, there were things that I had to do, but mostly, I was getting very, very tired. ad not slept all night before, because I was working. All of that fatigue came rushing in all at once when we got out of the wind and the cold and into the rock store.
Also, I guess I'll admit to being more than a little nervous each time he approached some of the really expensive rocks. Some of them went for $20,000! Daddy does not carry that kind of cash around. Hell, it would take me years to pay that off, if he did break something like that! I'm not made of money, and far from rich!
We left, and headed back to the PATH trains. Got back to Journal Square, the transfer station, in what seemed like no time. Perhaps a part of why it felt quick was that my head kept nodding in and out, my hat pulled over my eyes, drifting in and out.
The wait at Journal Square felt long, and cold. I remembered how I had a girlfriend a few years back, and we at times would meet at that station if we met to go to the city. She recommended Grove Street instead, because it was indoors, and warm. I regretting not doing that this time around.
Eventually, finally, the train got there, and we got back to Newark, to our car, and got him home, with signed books in hand! I wondered if he would remember this event, and he said maybe, but he couldn't be sure.
Still, this was a very memorable event, and a pleasant day, overall.
I think that this was the clearest shot that I had of President Carter. He is the man with the white hair, seated and signing books. There are obviously plenty of people all around him. Some, I believe, were secret service agents they were around, and were around, The others are employees of the store. There was a very limited window of opportunity to take pictures, and you could only do it from a bit of a distance. That is why there are no straight on shots, or anything. Also, there were so many people standing in the way for much of it, that I took what I could get, when there were clearings (usually, all too brief). Still, this one came out okay, given the circumstances.
I had been hoping to sneak one picture after the signing, but they put up the curtains all around the President, to make it more difficult. Security precautions, surely, and that is understandable. You can see the curtains in the background.
Not going home disappointed - here is the autograph that President Jimmy Carter gave for my copy of his latest book, "A Call to Action"!
President Jimmy Carter Visits Yale & Princeton - originally published on December 5, 2014:
Jimmy Carter during a brief break in between signings of books.
President Jimmy Carter is in town, and he is back to signing books and discussing his most recent book "A Call to Action" in these last couple of days, even though the book was actually published many months ago, earlier in the year.
Everyone who knows me also knows that I am a big fan of President Jimmy Carter. Carter has become an inspiration to many, myself included. He is a tirelessly selfless man who gives so much of himself to causes for a greater good. His idealism has not always won him fans, but what makes him unique has been his pure approach to this idealism. Others may use the illusion of idealism in order to advance their own agenda, but Carter's conduct has been so far beyond reproach, that it is a breath of fresh air in an era when corruption and transparent and excessive ambition and self-interest have disgusted a vast majority of Americans time and again, no matter what their political leanings may be.
I only learned about Carter's local appearances very late in November (Thanksgiving day, I believe). That left me with only a few days to work with. The Princeton appearance was sold out, but his appearance at New Haven, Connecticut still had tickets left (at least the book signing), so I was able to get one.
It was a rainy, crappy late autumn day that felt more like winter than anything. There were forecasts of snow and hail for later in the afternoon and into the evening, which made me worry enough that I gave pause for thought. Was it a good idea to drive all the way out to New Haven to go see him? But what if the weather was not as bad as some were suggesting? It seemed that some forecasts were predicting really horrible weather including hail, while others were suggesting that it would be mostly rain, and that it was just a bit too warm for the icy stuff. It was strange. But he is now 90 years old! How many opportunities will I have to see him? I definitely want to see him more, but have to capitalize on the opportunities when they come. So, I took my chances, and drove up to Connecticut.
The drive was not so bad, although it was the drive back that I was most worried about. I got there in plenty of time. Early, in fact. I went on line, which was pretty near the door, and stood there in the cold for a little over an hour, reading my beat up copy of An Outdoor Journal, which I brought with me just to pass the time. Obviously, when you go to a booksigning for President Carter, there will be a line, and you will have to wait. This was not my first time doing this, so I knew to bring something to read. It was cold, and my hands were pretty chilly by the time it was all said and done. But otherwise, no worse for the wear.
The time came (in fact, it felt like it might have been a few minutes early), and we began to move forward. Within minutes, I was inside of the building and, a couple of minutes after that, we were ushered into a side room, where President Carter was signing books. I had been told that he would be signing only new copies of his most recent book sold by the bookstore sponsoring this event. But the took my old copy of An Outdoor Journal, which was a pleasant surprise. Two books signed, not just one! Very nice!
The last time that I saw him, we actually had something resembling an actual conversation. He wanted to talk to my son, who was with me at the time, but my son was hardly the conversationalist. So, he turned to me and told me to take care of him, and I said that I most certainly would do that.
This time, he looked at An Outdoor Journal, smiled, and said "Good book!" I am not even entirely certain that he was talking to me, or to anyone else around him. Just one of those things that you kind of say to yourself out loud, I think. And my response was to smile, and maybe grunt something incoherent, which is my usual fallback position in such situations.
We were told just before entering that no pictures would be allowed. But I saw people, after they had gotten their books autographed, standing over to the side and snap some pictures. So, I decided to do the same. I was thankful this time around not to have taken the more serious, and far heavier, camera. Just my cell phone, and that was going to have to do. No, the pictures did not come out great. But it is still just a thrill to see this man, and especially to get his autograph, even if I did not manage to actually get tickets to either of his speaking engagements, either at Yale or at Princeton.
However, I was presented the opportunity to see both, and read some articles about each appearance, as well. The Yale University speech and conversation (it was a bit of a strange format) is already on Youtube, and so I thought it would be good to present it here, so that you, the reader, can view it and judge it on your own. As for the Princeton appearance on the next day, I went to the campus, to the McKosh Hall right next to University Chapel, where some rooms would show the speech by Jimmy Carter.
Carter was honored before his speech at Princeton. I will get to this in time, but for now, let me briefly add this from the article Carter calls for better treatment of girls and women around the world by Michael Hotchkiss, Office of Communications for Princeton University, December 4, 2014- see link at: http://www.princeton.edu/main/news/archive/S41/77/24S37/index.xml?section=topstories
Alison Boden, dean of religious life and the chapel, introduced Carter as "a person of profound religious faith."
"My humble observation of him is that he believes religion is about what is noblest in human beings," Boden said. "It is what calls us to our highest purposes and brings us closest to the divine. The manipulation of religion to support human rights abuses is its deepest betrayal."
Following Boden's introduction, the University's Whig-Cliosophic Society, the world's oldest college political, literary and debate society, awarded Carter its James Madison Award for Distinguished Public Service, highlighting the work of the Carter Center, established by the former president in 1982, in advancing human rights and alleviating human suffering around the world.
"While every president has accomplishments to be proud of from their time in office, few have continued to serve the public with such dedication and vigor since leaving office," said Adam Tcharni, president of the group and a member of the Class of 2015. "President Carter revolutionized what it meant to be a former president."
Adam Tcharni mused that upon retiring from the White House in the first half of the 19th century, John Quincy Adams had said that there was nothing so pathetic as an ex-president. But he mentioned - rightly, I think - that Jimmy Carter redefined what it meant to be a former president. His is surely the most successful ex-presidency in history, and by far, I would imagine. As Americans, we should be thankful to have had such a man represent us in such a positive manner, even while some of the sitting presidents and other political leaders were so transparently corrupt, self-indulgent and narrow-minded. I believe this nation should be honored that he served as our president.
Carter spoke at length from the pulpit of Princeton's University Chapel on the subject matter of his last book for both appearances, which is about oppression of girls and women around the world. I already wrote a fairly lengthy article on the content of his speech, especially at Princeton, since I took notes while watching it. Please go ahead and click on the link below to read it in full. It, too, has the video link to his Yale appearance.
In the interest of space, and getting the article published in a relatively timely manner, there were some things that I had to keep out, although the article is probably my longest article on that online newspaper. One of them includes the statistics that reveal the extent of how much China and India are now paying for preferring boys over girls, which I found tragic. In India, there are 112 boys for every 100 girls, while in China, there are 118 boys for every 100 girls. To have young men with all of that excess energy, and probably a lack of prospects, coupled with a lack of young women their age, surely makes life there less than ideal, one would imagine.
Seeing such an inspiration on what has come to be known as "Giving Tuesday" of all days was pretty cool! To me, he remains a source of incredible inspiration. A tireless advocate of making this world a better place in any and every way that he could. Again, he is 90 years old! Yet, he has visited over 140 countries, and works physically and intellectually the world over to try and do his part to improve conditions the world over. His religious convictions, I believe, as true and run deep, guiding his conduct and prevailing over the baser instincts that most of the rest of us regularly give in to. I can hardly think of anyone else that can compare with this man as a role model, and believe that he is, in the truest sense, the model American. A solid blend of idealism and pragmatism. It strikes me how he can speak so candidly to such huge audiences, without pulling punches or giving the "PC" arguments and excuses for everything, and still be so widely respected! He just has a way about him, and it is hard not to admire him.
Here is the link to my article:
http://guardianlv.com/2014/12/jimmy-carter-blasts-ivy-league-colleges-on-sex-assault/
A view of downtown New Haven and the Yale University campus.
The New Haven Lawn Club
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