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'The Hill We Climb'½Ã Àü¹®:
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've braved
the belly of the beast. We've learned that quiet-is 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've 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 a union with purpose to compose a
country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gazes 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.
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 with.
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise
this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed 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 sunbaked
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, aflame and
unafraid, the new dawn blooms 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.