Listening today to the words Joe Biden spoke (excerpted in italic sections below), how surpassingly important they were, how important the words we speak always are, I was thrown back on the paradoxical notion that nothing exemplifies that truth more than the often cutting and cruel words of the now departed president, slinking off to Florida without so much as a public nod or acknowledgement of the person whose soaring rhetoric at the lectern mere hours later stood as a repudiation-by-example of the finally departed one, and as a kind of down payment on the immense investment it will require to heal America in the coming months and years.
Today, we celebrate the triumph not of a candidate, but of a cause, the cause of democracy. The will of the people has been heard and the will of the people has been heeded. We have learned again that democracy is precious. Democracy is fragile. And at this hour, my friends, democracy has prevailed.
And I’m not talking about an investment of dollars, though that will be huge and important.
But the emotional investment, the commitment to do good, be kind, model civility, respect others, believe in and speak the truth, fight hard but fair, love your neighbor: all of those are infinitely more important—and in some ways a greater mountain to climb.
And they all begin and are reinforced with words.
My whole soul is in it. Today, on this January day, my whole soul is in this: Bringing America together. Uniting our people. And uniting our nation. I ask every American to join me in this cause.
Not that words alone are enough. Action must eventually follow and match up, however imperfectly, with what we express. But the words, and what they convey to listeners in both content and tone, are the starting point, the baseline, of civil (which is to say, “functional”) society.
We are living in a time of national fracture perhaps not seen since the Civil War, with some elements in our society very much wishing and preparing for that. Healing that rift, to the degree it is even possible, will require tenacity and grace, forgiveness and rectitude, steadiness of heart and steeliness of will.
In that quest, words matter perhaps as never before, and the symbols and rituals we saw supporting those words today stand as a beacon and guidepost for how we might proceed.
Politics need not be a raging fire destroying everything in its path. Every disagreement doesn’t have to be a cause for total war. And, we must reject a culture in which facts themselves are manipulated and even manufactured. My fellow Americans, we have to be different than this.
All of President Biden’s words are available here, in all their carefully crafted inspiration. By his actions and graceful bearing through an excruciating, unprecedented time, he has shown himself to be a man of both kindness and conviction, part of that conviction being to lead always with a generous, understanding heart.
Also huge: Mike Pence’s attendance. Say what you will about his previous four years (and there is plenty to say), he was finally there last week, finally halting and refusing to cross a fateful bridge. And he was there again today. He showed up. In his term’s final chapter, he bowed to his country rather than a person, standing as a symbol of order, embracing, at long last, the decent and true.
We can do this if we open our souls instead of hardening our hearts. If we show a little tolerance and humility. If we’re willing to stand in the other person’s shoes just for a moment. Because here is the thing about life: There is no accounting for what fate will deal you. There are some days when we need a hand. There are other days when we’re called on to lend one. That is how we must be with one another..
Bigger still: Kamala Harris and Doug Emhoff formally accompanying Pence and his wife Karen down the Capitol steps after the festivities ended, exchanging warm words, even laughter, waiting as the Pences completed their descent of the stairs and drove off in their waiting limousine, the new Second Couple waving from above.
These brief moments bespeaking the peaceful transfer of power; the small rituals and common courtesies that sustain so much else…
And oh, that Lady Gaga! A star for all time, embracing the national anthem, taking in those words, making them her own, ours. All of ours.
Big, too: Garth Brooks and “Amazing Grace.” Not because he outshone Gaga or anyone else, but because he was invited, and he came, and he sang, a Republican country music boy in a cowboy hat, signaling to a whole other side of the America we all live in. Inclusiveness—a Biden administration theme, no? Words followed through to action.
Here we stand, where 108 years ago at another inaugural, thousands of protestors tried to block brave women from marching for the right to vote. Today, we mark the swearing-in of the first woman in American history elected to national office: Vice President Kamala Harris. Don’t tell me things can’t change.
Amanda Gorman needn’t yet be a great or mature poet to move a nation. In the right moment, with the right bearing and verve, as an achingly rich symbol of just how far America has come, her words hit a home run measured in miles rather than feet. A self-described “skinny black girl dreaming about becoming president.” Could it be so? I seem to recall a skinny black boy from the recent past who dared to dream the same, whose words also moved the world…
And, in my first act as President, I would like to ask you to join me in a moment of silent prayer to remember all those we lost this past year to the pandemic. To those 400,000 fellow Americans—mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, sons and daughters, friends, neighbors, and co-workers. We will honor them by becoming the people and nation we know we can and should be.
So much else, but let us rest for the moment, wearily content and forward-looking from this momentous day, inviting not President Biden but one of his spiritual predecessors, the prophet Isaiah, offering similar balm in these closing words :
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
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I’ve never been a patriot, and I remain highly skeptical of American exceptionalism, but, today, I was proud to be an American.
As they say in therapy-speak, Robby, I resonate with that! I have a strong suspicion that “tears of joy” were no euphemism for many millions of Americans today, who knew all along what had been lost yet were still shocked to feel how badly they had missed it, and the great tsunami of emotion unleashed when they heard and saw it again.
Watching yesterday’s events, reading Biden’s speech and Gorman’s poem, and now this blog post reminds me of two truisms that seem worthy to share. The first I learned from Annie Dillard: How we live our days is, of course, how we live our lives. The second, well-known and not be underestimated phrase is: You are what you eat.
After a 4 year forced diet of negativity, suspicion, distrust, discord, divisiveness and daily infusions of mean-spirited lies, how can we not feel the weight of the sludge, that awful hung over malaise?? And yet the human spirit prevails, we have made wiser choices, and we are collectively so eager to rise up on our shaky legs and move on. Yesterday’s message was a sharp and clear contrast to the images of carnage we were handed 4 very long years ago, a message as bright and real as that January sunshine, and as welcome as a bubbling glass of seltzer. Drink up, America!!!!!!
I thought a lot about that speech of four years ago while listening to this one, Mary. Even seeing the deposed one clearly as a horrendous choice at the time, I was dumbstruck at his dark, dystopian vision in such a traditionally bright and optimistic setting. And I knew, feeling sickened, that we were really in for it—”American Carnage” indeed. Our euphoria these days is in more or less direct proportion, I think, to the despair of those.
Siddhartha Gautama’s “The Dhammapada” advised, “Conquer the angry one by not getting angry; conquer the wicked by goodness; conquer the stingy by generosity, and the liar by speaking the truth.” Buddha’s enlightenment must guide our path forward; it will work.
Yes, Buddha played the long game, Robert, and it’s held up pretty well for 5,000 years. Unfortunately for us, his First Noble truth seems to have held up too, remaining as relevant as ever…
Wise comments all! One plague has been lifted and another’s end is in sight. The celebration yesterday was cleansing and the sun shines a little brighter today.
Thanks Andrew. So appreciate your chronicle of the Inaugural event. Loved Amanda G’s truth telling, I was bearing witness. Remember Stalin killed the writers and poets, Hitler assaulted the press-lying press, and Trump’s Foxagenated fake news, all to negate the truth and facts. Fear inspires mythic figures who can play on emotions giving rise to paranoia that resonates like a tuning fork in one’s brain. Though fear lurks and lives in darkness, hope and love do light the way. I was inspired yesterday. It was the first time I could take a breath from four years of lunacy, spite, meanness, and the carnage from Covid. I lost my sister from it on December 31. I thank Biden for acknowledging those who have lost their lives from the virus and his intention to get the vaccine in people’s arms. To the future and thanks again for your thoughts and insights.
Aw, Lou, I am so very sorry to hear about your sister. This cursed virus can hardly strike any closer than that, and my heart goes out to you & yours. Don’t know whether you watch PBS News Hour, but every Friday the show ends with brief profiles & pics of five “ordinary” people who died recently from Covid. It’s haunting and elegant and never fails to get us weepy—so tragic in so many ways, and so many of these dismal number of deaths so unnecessary. Hang in there, Bro…
Last night I was in a far corner of the house when I heard from the living room the television announcer say “President Biden” and I felt all giddy and “cleansed,” as you say, Kevin, just hearing those words. I suppose I’ll get used to it soon enough, but for the moment, it’s striking to contemplate our changed world of adults in charge, competence, professionalism, civility, rationality—all those simple things it’s so easy to take for granted.
Can’t agree more with what you have to say here, Andrew.
Thank you kindly, Mr. Webster! You peeking out and daring to read political posts again?