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 It is February 1st.

Black History Month.

While some may want to erase us, the reality is that the tribe called African American has been in this country for over 400 years, actually, it is 406 years and counting.

We are collectively just under 15% of the entire U.S. population but our impact has been global. So much so that the certain facistpsychoinoffice and his apartheidboynazisalutingminion have been trying do do all they can to whitewash our presence.

The issue is, they can't.

Even if they try to paint over it with NaziGermanyGrey, the reality is that they can't stop the fact that the nation is majority minority, as is the world, and no amount of tikitorchkhakipantpoloshirtwhiteboys can change that.

That is their problem.

They know they are weaker in mind, body, and spirit.

That is why they have a penchant for little girls and forcing women to bear their child, they can't be with an adult woman on equal terms. If you just look at all the J6ers who were pardoned and some subsequently arrested on child porn charges, they all look like the bottom-of-the-barrel incel crew from some Kentucky basement, no offense to my Great Grandmother's home state.

Am I being snarky?

Yes.

Is it cathartic?

Perhaps.

What else am I to do, while watching this country where my people have been going back eight generations, goes up in flames over the petulant rants of a bigfatoldmanbaby?

I am part of the 92%.

In reality, though, African American women are 7.8% of the entire U.S. population and 15.4% of the entire U.S. population of women. We couldn't say the country on our own.

And per usual, no one stood up with Black women.

Not the so-called POCs - how is it going up there in Dearborn or down in Miami, by-the-way? - or the so-called liberal progressive white women who claimed to be down with Kamala nation?

The same way they failed Hillary Clinton, they failed Kamala Harris.

And it is worse than the fires in California.

Right now, it is the firehose effect, the shock-and-awe of it all to distract from the pillaging of the nation's coffers by the technobroligarchy who is robbing us blind.

And we told you so.

For years.

So. 

What.

Do.

We.

Do.

Now?

For almost fifteen years, I've been reading, writing, and teaching Black lit to Black teens every summer. I've advocated for independent bookstores and independent writers and for people to put down the screens (even I am guilty of some social media doom scrolling) and connect with people in real life. Go to the library, to the art shows, talk to people.

I am not sure what the tomorrows will hold as the empire burns to the ground.

What I am sure of is the resilience of people, of my people. We will build. We will have something newer and better if we stop and think.

For now, to ease my mind and my heart, I remain committed to my company's long-time motto to Read.Write.Think.Connect™ because that is also what they are trying to take away.

Don't let them.

©2025. Tayé Foster Bradshaw Group LLC.

Sipping my latte in my National Museum of African American History and Culture mug.

Happy Black History Month

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