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.
一个美国依然有梦，依然努力， 依然想着明天能够建筑在今天之上， 而另一个美国却引咎于命运， 在压力，混乱，无所期待的捆绑下， 躲进古老的避难所： 部落联合的狭隘思想，