We must wade we’ve braved, the belly of the beast. We’Ve learned that quiet isn’t, always peace and the norms and notions of what just is isn’t, always just this, and yet the dawn is hours before we knew it. Somehow we do it somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished. We, the successors of the country and the time where a skinny black girl, descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And yes, we are far from paulist far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union. That is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man, and so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us. But what stands before us? We close the divide because we know to put our future first. We must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms, so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe if nothing else say this is true that even as we grieved, we grew that even as we hurt, we hoped that, even as we tired, we tried that we’ll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat, but because we Will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges. We’Ve made, that is, the promise to glade the hill we climb, if only we dare it’s, because being american is more than a pride. We inherit it’s the past we step into and how we repair it we’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share. It would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy and this effort very nearly succeeded, but while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated in this truth. In this faith, we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author, a new chapter to offer, hope and laughter to ourselves. So while once we asked how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe now we assert how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us? We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be a country that is bruised but whole benevolent, but bold, fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation, because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.

Our blenders become their burdens, but one thing is certain: if we merge mercy with might into might with rights, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright. So let us leave behind a country better than one. We were left with every breath from our bronze pounded chest. We will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold limbed hills of the west. We will rise from the wind swept northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake rim, cities of the midwestern states. We will rise from the sun baked south, we will rebuild, reconcile and recover, and every known nook of our nation in every corner called our country. Our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful. When day comes we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it hello, my name is donnie childress, my current Profession is i’m a jackson school bus driver, but going back in reverse uh. I started my career after graduating tempkin high school. I worked three and a half years as a sales parts counter guy for tractor equipment company and then i spent 38 years working for the tempkin company. I started out as a laborer and then i ended my career as a steel processing.

Analyst, Music that’s a tough question um for me, it’s just not 28 days and it’s, not remembering some of the negative struggles uh from the past 450 years. It should be about an open discussion to learn about some of the people of color. Who made our lives easier. I mean you can look up some of the things that happen in traffic light, the iphone a number of inventions that again people of color have contributed. So again, let’s not use black history month to look at all the negative things that that have happened: jackson high school what’s going on everybody. My name is quebec. Gibbons. Some people know me as q. Some of your peers specifically know me as coach q. First and foremost, i am a clinical mental health counselor i’m. Currently in my office, i work for the gentle shepherd i’m also licensed as a school counselor. I just do not function as one and i am currently working alongside mr barros on the boys high school soccer staff i’m, a proud alumnus of jackson. I graduated in 2009. During my time at the high school i participated in two extracurriculars i played for mr byros for four years varsity for two years and i also marched in the marching band for three years. In the drum section i was a snare drummer, primarily in the marching band and then obviously in contraband percussionist, the month of february black history month. It means something different to every person again, so please don’t, think i’m saying what it means to every black person.

This is what it means to me: it’s, an opportunity for us to learn it’s an opportunity for us to take a deep dive and acknowledge some of the heroes that we don’t talk about, but hopefully in acknowledging some of those heroes. It opens our mindset to where our country was and how far our country still has to to work. I think a lot of black folks hope that we don’t just focus on black history, because it’s the month of february, that can be embarrassing. You know we want it to be important every day, so black history is a great thing, hopefully open some doors, but hopefully you guys can see that it’s more than just being about one month where we celebrate people that look like me, my name is jahari. Murdock. I’M, a local business owner trainer teacher coach and black man in america, while attending jackson, local schools. I was a well rounded student athlete that spent a lot of time studying reading and developing myself as an individual black history is my history.