I was thinking this evening that for all Donald Trump has tried to soil us, none of it can take away from me my love for the pageantry of democracy, my love of this country. He hasn’t been able to break us. I’m sitting here watching Springsteen sing in Philly, immense crowds behind him. This is a Democratic celebration, just one slice of America, not the whole thing. But something is different about this moment. This is not a normal election. I’ve thought more and more about this as a year of transgression. So many lines crossed, promises broken, so many things we never thought we’d see have happened. But here we are, bruised and transgressed. But still here and unbowed.