Proud

Today, I’m proud to be an American.

Like many, I marvel at the transition of power without bloodshed. I am astounded at the sense of camaraderie and shared purpose. I am proud that America has once again demonstrated that it can rise above any problem and overcome any fear, prejudice or hatred.

This happens every four years.

There are no losers on Inauguration Day, except perhaps for those that boo the departing or incoming President. Bile has eaten up their pride and sense of wonder, and they miss the most important aspect of our American experience.

I am happy many are experiencing this pride for the first time. May they come to understand that the pride is independent of the winner or loser. I am happy for the school children witnessing history first hand and who will have fond remembrances of the first stirring of American pride in their hearts. This is the good stuff.

I don’t question the wisdom of the American people, or of our system. I don’t agree with the choice the wise, thoughtful, wonderful Americans have made. But the genius of the American system is that it is larger than me, smarter than me, and will soon correct any mistakes that it makes.

I will not denigrate my country, or announce that I will leave it. I will not vilify its leaders, even though I may disagree with them. I will not seek to destroy or minimize the country’s influence for political gain.

Today, I am proud to be an American. Join me in feeling that pride every day.