You don’t have to be president to know how tremendous just being at an inaugural can be.
In 1993, I covered the Clinton inaugural, when many Americans and people of color were excited that, after 12 years of Republican rule, a new administration would bring new hope to America.
The highlight for me was hearing Maya Angelou read her poem, “On the Pulse of Morning,” which heralded the fresh start:
Here on the pulse of this new day,
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
