The hope we all must hold is the belief in the promise of America to itself and the world, that it can still be the light on the hill, the home of free-thinking and possibility, where flair and creativity are nurtured and thrive.
This is a country that within a century gave the world jazz, blues, rock'n'roll, hip-hop. Gospel. Soul. Funk. (ALL thanks to the blacks.) Basketball, baseball, television, technology. Steinbeck, Kerouac, Hemingway, Robbins, Kaufman. Ali, Elvis, Monroe, Brando, Wilder (x2), Scorsese, Tarantino. Bill Murray. Casablanca. To Kill A Mockingbird. Back to the Future. The Grapes of goddamn Wrath. Coltrane, Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson. Prince. Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, Aretha Franklin, James Brown. They said they'd put a man on the moon and did it in a decade. This is a Great Country. But, Great and Terrible. It has dark secrets, deep wounds, that can no longer avoid the light.
I believe in America. I love America. That's why what's happening is so heartbreaking. But it's necessary. Skeletons are being hauled out of the closet. It's on a knife edge at present, could slip either way. I can't call it, but to use an Americanism, I'm rooting for the home team. If I were a betting man (oh, wait - I am), I'd back them. But I wouldn't take anything under $1.70.