Alabama Crimson Tide football games are an event that must be seen to be believed. As kickoff nears, the streets are lined with people from all walks of life, all anxious to cheer on their team to another victory.
Wealthy businessmen in seersucker escort wives in designer houndstooth patterns. Blue-collar workers in crimson t-shirts take their spouses to the one extravagance their budget allows. Body-painted students exult and wave their arms as they walk past cocktail-sipping, jacket-clad pledges on Fraternity Row.
Many of these people will never cross paths outside of this event, either due to economic status, location or temperament. Christians, Jews, Atheists and every other belief system and moral code will enter the stadium. Teetotallers will rub elbows with drunks. Black with white. Native-born with immigrant.
Any number of distinctions and differences would, in any other circumstance, keep these people from setting foot near each other, much less agreeing on anything. And yet…
Inside the stadium, trumpets blare, a familiar song begins, and this sea of humanity erupts as one, cheering and singing a song older than anyone present as the sole focus of this gathering comes into view.
A team of young men – themselves from different backgrounds and races – charges onto the field of play.
At that moment, there is no race, no faith, no persuasion separating this gathering; there is only the shared desire, the conviction that as a group, as a team – as a Nation, victory is at hand.
Today the American Experiment continues, and once again we renew our commitment as a people to the orderly granting of power to those we choose to represent us.
If you haven’t already, vote. Today is when we show the world that from many, we are one.