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 It is a bit after midnight on Monday, January 20, 2025.

The day the nation will remember the work, the call, the life, and the legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Most importantly, we will honor what this young man taught us in his short impactful life.

He taught us to use our life for good.

He taught us to use our voice to speak up for others.

He taught us to be uncomfortable with the status quo.

He taught us to be courageous.

He taught us what faith in action looks like.

The inclement weather in the northeast has canceled what was to be a day when over thirty community groups were coming together to provide groceries to 450 families (1800 people).

Instead, what we will be doing is keeping our television tuned in to the local PBS Station that will air celebrations and honoring of this great man.

Instead, what we will be doing is a read-in.

Instead, what we will be doing is strategizing how to care for each other in the coming oligarchy.

We are doing anything instead of watching our democracy die in the light of all this snow.

We are doing anything instead of watching the robber barons enrich themselves at the expense of the poor and working class.

We are doing anything instead of watching the egos of the attention seekers.

I am not sure what the tomorrows of tomorrow will bring, but what I do know is that I have lived my life by what Dr. King suggested is the most pressing question, what are we doing for others.

What will you do with your life?

How will you speak up for others?

When will you help someone else?

Where will you resist?

©2025. Tayé Foster Bradshaw Group LLC. Watching the snow come down dreaming of a better day.

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