An America that still dreams, still strives, still imagines that tomorrow can build on today, and an America that has resigned to fate, buckled under stress and chaos, lowered expectations, an ducked into the oldest of refuges: the tribal fellowship of one's own narrow kind.
一方は今でも夢を持って努力し 明日は今日の上に築かれると信じています もう一方は 運命のなすがままに ストレスと混乱と絶望に屈し 昔からある逃げ場 すなわち 偏狭な同胞意識に逃げ込んだのです