I write this as a Texan who grew up in a racially polarized South, and I write not as a Child of the Sixties but as a child during the 60s. Upon taking his oath, President Obama did more than break a vicious racial barrier in American history, he became the physical embodiment of the ideal of American unification.
Private racism is alive and thriving in our country, make no mistake. But if institutional racism can be depicted as a statue in a town square, that statue was pulled down and shattered once and for all today. Obama’s assumption of the presidency indicates not that we have mastered racism but that we have mastered some part of ourselves that has long desired to live wisely and true to our bonds of humanity.
President Obama’s special ability to link our present challenges with those of the past is at the heart of both his oratory and his faith in national unity. That’s where I felt the address crystallized. From the first syllables of the speech, his tone was business-like and he never let up: “For everywhere we look, there is work to be done.” When was the last time this nation was called to act upon such an honest note of self-reflection? The speech was admonitory, but refreshingly candid, too, at times inspiring in its boot-strap philosophy. The concluding conceit of the nation being at the frozen riverside like General Washington’s soldiers during the Revolution was self-defining, the message clear: Let’s cross the river and save our country again.
Obama’s dismissal of the Bush era was blunt. I was surprised–OK, a wee bit gratified–how starkly he took the Bush administration to the woodshed for its general malpractice over the last eight years. And yet, as a national scold, he didn’t leave out the citizenry either for “our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age.” Meanwhile, he indicated to the world that America’s role will now be remade. I didn’t take that stance to be naive though it could be. His admonition to divisive world leaders–”your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy”–struck me as a decisive goal to firmly address the more intractable conflicts in the world.
Finally, full confession: I don’t have a television. So I had to borrow one to watch the ceremony. I was at Bush I’s inaugural and Clinton’s first one, too, when I lived in Washington during those years. This time, out here in the West, when the Obamas arrived at the North Portico at 6 a.m. Pacific time I was still lying under the covers–with a mimosa at hand, at least. On television, one image caught my attention–well, two, because every time Senator Feinstein came to the podium she looked like she was in an MGM musical and about to break into song. But one image caught my attention right before the ceremony began: The Episcopal Bush family giving way to the African-American Obama family. On the one hand, there are the historic racial implications in that image. On the other hand, the generational shift is evident, too. The torch has been passed. A new generation of leaders has been elected to govern, a new generation of leaders who bring two finely-earned attitudes. One, frustration with the collapse of legislative democracy to forestall and reverse the multiple layers of physical and civic decline in our country. Two, a can-do spirit to start shoveling out of the hole.
That faith seemed evident, as well, in every close-up of the audience on the Mall. As I say, I’ve been in that crowd at other inaugurations, and from this corner of the country it seemed to me as if the entire country marched on Washington to start afresh.
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