Down in DC at the inauguration, poet Amanda Gorman In the end, she became famous with her poem. And rightly so.
There is poetry somewhere in all of us. Some just let it out better than others. Much, much better.
Even lawyers. At least those who don’t get stuck in the terrible legal jargon so many are taught.
Today our master of prose is an appeal attorney Jay Breakstone, in a few words on a really important concept after an election, an insurrection and an inauguration: freedom.
Human nature has an original truth. We see no danger until we go to the edge of the cliff. Then we build a fence, erect a sign or cordon off anything that can harm us. America is that kind of place, and maybe Americans are that kind of people. We don’t have hundreds of years of governments, potentates, or tribal chiefs doing our thinking for us. We are the ones who have to go to the edge of the cliff and see the danger to ourselves. Only then does the lightbulb in the American head go out: “Hey, someone can get hurt here.”
The relief we felt on inauguration day was that we stepped back from the cliff, realized the danger, and now we will do something about it. Why? Because we were scared. Boy were we scared? Burning the constitution, Nuremberg Rally, fear of pants; It was dark and went down the basement stairs while rats scurried around in fright. It was, can this be the end of the dream that is afraid.
So we said, the wretched garbage, that we wouldn’t do it. We wouldn’t fall off the cliff or let anyone else fall. We had done this before in our collective immigration history and it would not happen again. We wouldn’t allow it. Not now. Not here. Not on streets that are still paved with gold. We didn’t have much choice; We couldn’t go back to where we came from. As stubborn, stubborn, clever Americans, we stood on the edge of the cliff. It ends here, we said. No more step.
And the sky cleared up; and the sun was shining. The miasma that had veiled our soul for four years lifted. Miraculously we saw the path appear from the edge of the cliff; and we Americans began the long journey together; A journey where we grumble, moan and yell at each other and laugh both at and with our neighbors and find our way again in this hike that is America. It seems inevitable that this experiment will never end, for the result in the great plan of Heaven is always the same: freedom.