 Malcolm X looked to Booker T. Washington, to Madam C.J. Walker, from every Buffalo soldier to every red-tailed Mustang. It's hard to choose, you know, and all the names in between because they're all inspirations. They serve as a reminder to myself and to every black person, living that we must always strive to be the best version of ourselves we can be. Work hard and enjoy life to the fullest extent. Each of them made decisions not for themselves, but for us, here and now. So that we may have the opportunity to vote, to earn an education, laugh, fall in love, be happy, live and breathe as free men and women. And I don't take that for granted. We have the ability and therefore the responsibility to ensure that their sacrifices were well worth it. That those of our ancestors who could not experience opportunity and rich fulfilling lives see their dreams culminated and come to fruition through our actions now. We honor them with positive impacts and by making this world a better place for everyone. And that's the beauty of this month. It's a celebration for black people and our story and our heritage and even our culture. But more than that, it's a recognition and a tribute to how we can grow and transcend as a human race. We can learn to show compassion and enrich each other's lives through peace and tranquility.