delmore schwartz, the poet, wrote of <u+201c>the beautiful american word, sure.<u+201d> to anyone raised as i was in the crimped confines of a wearier continent, europe, that little word is indeed a thing of beauty, expressing a sense of possibility, an embrace of tomorrow, openness to the stranger, and a readiness for adventure that no other country possesses in such degree. it is the most concise expression of the optimism inherent in the american idea. it is also something incommunicable until lived. to the outsider, america may appear by turns vulgar or violent, crass or childish, ugly or superficial, and of course it can be all of these things. jonathan galassi, the poet and publisher, has written of the <u+201c>american cavalcade,<u+201d> philip roth of <u+201c>the indigenous american berserk,<u+201d> and there is a gaudy, raucous, cinematic tumult to american life that is without parallel. relentless reinvention is what america does; that is not always pretty. but beneath it all reside a can-do straightforwardness and directness that are the warp and weft of the american tapestry. <u+201c>will you come with me?<u+201d> <u+201c>sure.<u+201d> no questions asked. sure i will. the word is at once strong and soft, reassuring above all. the american experiment unravels without this. the spirit of <u+201c>sure<u+201d> stands in contrast to the culture of impossibility and the fear of failure that often undercut european enterprise. bitter experience of repetitive cataclysm has taught europe to be wary of risk. perhaps the french brick wall contained in the phrase <u+201c>pas possible,<u+201d> a frequent response to my inquiries during the years i lived in paris, best expresses this mind-set. call it the spirit of <u+201c>non.<u+201d> no wonder europe does social protection better than innovation. now if this america, whose essence is openness, whose first question is not <u+201c>where do you come from?<u+201d> but <u+201c>what can you do for me?<u+201d> becomes consumed by rage, then it is lost. rage is a closing of the mind. anger against the foreigner, against the outsider and against the other may offer some passing consolation in times of difficulty or dread but they lead america away from itself. they offer the spirit of suspicion in place of the spirit of <u+201c>sure.<u+201d> they undercut american decency. they replace the draw of the next frontier and of the unknown with the dead end of walls. rage is also a form of dishonesty because it precludes the reflection that leads to truth. and this in the end is all that donald trump, the republican nominee for the highest office in the land, has had to offer america: his shallow, manipulative, self-important, scapegoat-seeking form of rage. over the three debates with hillary clinton it became clear that this businessman who says he wants to make america great again in fact wants to make america shrink into a defensive crouch of resentment. trump was small in the debates. he was as small as the america he seems to envisage. he was mean, nasty, petty and lazy. smallness oozed from his petulant pout; it was all that would fit between those pursed lips. any target was good for this showman whose ego is so consuming that he is utterly without conviction: mexicans, muslims, women, the disabled, war heroes, and, in the end, american democracy itself, for which he showed contempt in suggesting he might contest the outcome of an election that he contends, without the slightest shred of evidence, might be <u+201c>rigged.<u+201d> the america of <u+201c>sure<u+201d> is a stranger to trump. his is the angry america of <u+201c>shove it.<u+201d> if that frustrated, tribal and incensed america were not lurking in a time of disorienting economic upheaval, trump would not have garnered millions of votes. he has held up a mirror to a troubled and divided society. that, i suppose, is some form of service. but the deeper, decent, direct, can-do america is stronger; and for that america the trump now visible in all his aspects is simply unfit for high office. he would threaten to undo what america is. of all the sentences written about trump over many, many months now, my favorite is the last one in the letter sent this month by the new york times lawyer david mccraw to trump<u+2019>s lawyer. trump had demanded the retraction of an article about two women who had come forward to describe the way he had groped them. the women<u+2019>s accounts, mccraw argued, constituted newsworthy information of public concern, and he concluded: <u+201c>if mr. trump disagrees, if he believes that american citizens had no right to hear what these women had to say and that the law of this country forces us and those who would dare to criticize him to stand silent or be punished, we welcome the opportunity to have a court set him straight.<u+201d> sure, we<u+2019>ll see you in court. sure, america is a country that, despite its <u+201c>original sin<u+201d> of racism, elected a black man. sure, america will elect a woman as president. sure, this land was made for you and me. you can follow me on twitter ( @nytimescohen ) or join me on facebook . follow the new york times opinion section on facebook and twitter (@nytopinion) , and sign up for the opinion today newsletter . a version of this op-ed appears in print on october 22, 2016, on page a23 of the new york edition with the headline: america, the beautiful untainted. today's paper | subscribe
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