A glass ceiling broken.

    January 20, 2021

    ‘And with the silence of stars I enfold your cities made by time.’


    From our young Los Angeles poet laureate:

    “Here’s to the women who have climbed my hills before.” 

    The text of 22-year-old Amanda Gorman’s poem, “The Hill We Climb,” in full.

    When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

    The loss we carry. A sea we must wade.

    We braved the belly of the beast.

    We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.

    And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it.

    Somehow we do it.

    Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished.

    We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

    And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

    We are striving to forge our union with purpose.

    To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

    And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.

    We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.

    We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.

    We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

    Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true.

    That even as we grieved, we grew.

    That even as we hurt, we hoped.

    That even as we tired, we tried.

    That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.

    Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

    Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.

    If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made.

    That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.

    It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit.

    It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.

    We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation, rather than share it.

    Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

    And this effort very nearly succeeded.

    But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

    In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

    This is the era of just redemption.

    We feared at its inception.

    We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour.

    But within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

    So, while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

    We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

    We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

    Our blunders become their burdens.

    But one thing is certain.

    If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

    So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

    Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

    We will rise from the golden hills of the West.

    We will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution.

    We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states.

    We will rise from the sun-baked South.

    We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

    And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

    When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid.

    The new dawn balloons as we free it.

    For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it.

    If only we’re brave enough to be it.

    “With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves with all nations.”

    Abraham Lincoln’s second inaugural address, Saturday, March 4, 1865

    “The great privilege of the Americans does not simply consist in their being more enlightened than other nations, but in their being able to repair the faults they may commit.”

    -Alexis Tocqueville, Democracy in America, 1835, Beinecke Library, Yale

    Masha Gessen, The New Yorker:

    ‘Both times the poem (Amanda Gorman) raises “democracy,” Gorman pairs the word with “delay,” which tells us that democracy is a thing expected, anticipated—not a thing that we have built, or possessed, but a dream. This is not the way that politicians or even political theorists usually use the word “democracy,” but it is one way that philosophers have used it. Jacques Derrida, the French deconstructionist, used the term “democracy to come.” Democracy, he wrote, was always forged and threatened by contradictory forces and thus is always “deferred,” always out of reach even in societies that adopt democracy as their governing principle.’

    My take away from President Biden’s inaugural speech today:

    Recent weeks and months have taught us a painful lesson. There is truth and there are lies, lies told for power and for profit. And each of us has a duty and responsibility, as citizens, as Americans, and especially as leaders, leaders who have pledged to honor our Constitution and protect our nation, to defend the truth and defeat the lies.

    “So now what do we do? We don’t forget, we remember EVERYTHING that has brought us to this moment.”

    Brook Gladstone, On The Media


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