We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. — 1861
My Take – This is possibly the ugliest national election I’ve ever seen, and we’re not even in the home stretch, where desperation will bring new lows. The danger in this is that the rancor will keep ramping up after the election. We must remember that we are Americans, no matter which lever we pull in the voting booth. We can disagree, we can argue, we may even fight, but we cannot lose sight of that. When we forget our connections to each other, we risk consequences as dire as the country faced in 1861.