“Fragile” is not a word we normally associate with America.

But fragile is where we are as we wake up on Inauguration Day.

Fragile like an egg: our economy, our sense of security, our national psyche.

Fragile like a trigger: insurrection fueled by anger and delusion. A pandemic spreading out of control.

Can we now admit that our presidents are fragile, too? The puffy brat with an ego made of glass who craved constant adulation and ignored the call to presidential duty is now headed to his new home. He leaves in his trail a terrifying reminder that when power itself becomes the goal, it ceases to function as a means for governance.

Now he is replaced by a statesman, who has developed a kind of inner fortitude from publicly navigating the fragility in his own life. He brings that experience onstage Wednesday morning — the humility that accompanies uncertainty, the empathy born of loss, the special balance one gains after stumbling in his own life and finding the resilience to stagger forward.

A man who so badly wanted the world to see him as a strongman is replaced by a man who will model a contrasting definition of strength that comes with age, experience, hard knocks and soft notes. A wannabe cowboy replaced by a president with the soul of a cleric, a heart-wide-open leader who likes being called Grandpa Joe.

That, to my mind, is a great thing for a country both in mourning and on edge. The heart, after all, is the hardest-working muscle. It beats for a lifetime, even when broken, at a rhythm that propels us onward.

Americans will be looking for the punctuation they need in this transfer of power. Certainly not a comma or a colon or even a period. This inauguration calls for an exclamation point that heralds a fresh chapter even as we drag quite a mess into the new era. An exclamation that speaks to the urgency of fixing the economy, governing with a passion and a purpose, and combating the twin viruses of the pandemic and racism. An exclamation that comes when we decide to stop pretending and start facing our problems head-on.

Inaugurations are usually terra firma moments. Members of both parties traditionally stand together on that grand stage. That normally feels like steady ground.

But we’ve all just experienced a year-long earthquake that has fractured our foundation.

We need to acknowledge that our foundation was never as strong as we believed. What passed for normal before our current convulsions provided comfort to some but cruel inequities for those striving on the margins. The insurrectionists who rebelled in the service of the Big Lie shook us to the core, but the sins of omission over decades have kept America’s cultural infrastructures from achieving the unassailable sturdiness we really need.

We’ve never fully confronted our nation’s birth defects: Slavery. Night riders. White hoods. Jim Crow. Poverty that becomes acceptable.

We have never fully interrogated the embedded bias that America belonged to some more than others, that citizenship came with a scale ranging from “We built this land” to “You’re just lucky we let you in.”

A man who won a closely contested election takes the stage Wednesday with the chance to remedy these foundational defects. Or make a start. The task of repairing these fractures will take decades.

Remember, too, that another winner will also take that stage, one who has punched through multiple ceilings to make history. Vice President-elect Kamala D. Harris, Black and South Asian, married to a Jewish man, stepmother to two children, a graduate of Howard University, will take the oath administered by Sonia Sotomayor, the first Latina to serve on the Supreme Court.

Biden recently said, “We will, once again, lead not just by the example of our power, but by the power of our example.”

That statement is a reminder of the potholed road ahead. That word — power — has special currency that goes well beyond the traditional definition. It is usually synonymous with stature, strength, strut and might.

Power in our nation, in our presidency, in our divided sense of what it means to be American, will rest in our ability to pick ourselves up, examine our wounds and figure out how to move forward with confident and measured steps.

Inauguration Day is all about promise. Every pledge is wispy until it is made real. Even the most certain of assertions floats on simple air until it finds committed hands and collective effort.

So yes, the United States is in a fragile state on this Inauguration Day. Let’s admit that and then steady ourselves for a new brand of leadership based on competence, science and service beyond self.

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