A Moment

A lot is going to be written and has been written about the inauguration tomorrow. Some people are already cynical. But I'm not one of them. I came home after watching Che in the theaters last night, a movie that will warrant a blog post later, and I turned on a replay of the concert at the Lincoln Memorial. It was Bruce Springsteen playing his (awesome) song "The Rising" a song about 9/11 nonetheless for the President-Elect. And I thought about Lincoln, and about the Blood, the gallons and gallons of American blood that was spilled in the civil war, I thought about broken necks and burnt crosses and opportunities denied and about fire hoses and German Sheppard and jim crow and brown and the Topeka board and so many things that happened before me, but so many things that are bigger than any of us ever will be on our own.

This is an inauguration, and the peaceful transfer of power is always a cause for celebration. But it's more than that, it's the culmination, or at least a waypoint on the journey that all those events above lead to.

Tomorrow will be historic, and tomorrow will be world changing.
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