A light wind atomized bursts of freshly fallen snow across the vast field of expectant faces.
Was it the sun or the new president’s words which caromed off the airborne crystals and transmuted the moist, icy air into a multimedia assault on the senses?
Was I there, or was I dreaming?
JANUARY 21, 2014
I stand before you today as aware of the pain in the nation as I am of the closeness of the coldness gripping my breath. The dank hand of doubt today clutches the throat of the country that seemed so very sure of itself such a very short time ago.
I have felt hungry hands eager for labor, lusting to create new wonders of worth for the world to see. I pledge this president and this government to filling those extended hands with the tools and the fuel with which to forge a renewed nation.
Can the United States continue to lead in a world where every little group pursues only narrow self interest? Yes, but only by honest example.
I have walked amazed through the streets of Los Angeles and so many other great cities, cities today perhaps in name only. Have we become a country in name only?
Everywhere, I have witnessed people erecting fences and building barriers between themselves and others who might speak or dress a little differently. This is the anti-work of pernicious minds and idle hands.
The government of this country has been too long removed like a stain from the fabric of its people. Rather than being woven from the same warp and woof, it has too often chosen to be a government of and for itself.
The treasury has been looted and national purpose perverted by tarnished knights inventing dragons to slay.
The nation has paid dearly for overuse of the iron fist.
Now, we must pay again to cure this deadly comedy committed in the name of making a safer planet. Let that price be paid, but let this be enough.
Let the word go forth from this time and place that our future shall be one of eliminating want, of subordinating greed, of serving true need, of succumbing to the better angels of our nature.
This president extends his open hand in this cold season of wishes for hope.
To this great work let us once again pledge our lives, our fortune and our sacred honor.
DEAR TRIBUNITES: John F. Kennedy, Jr., read the full 1991 original (see NevadaLabor.com) from which the above was taken.
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