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When Is Martin Luther King Jr. Day?  It’s A Little Later Than Usual
By Kristina Johnson

Every year in late January, many Americans get a long weekend off from work or school thanks to a federal holiday. But as you enjoy that day off, it’s important to reflect on the man the day honors — Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. — and the impact he made on the country.

The late civil rights icon’s actual birthday is on January 15, but The Old Farmer’s Almanac noted that the holiday is always observed on the third Monday in January. If he were still alive, King would be turning 95 this year according to History.com. Because it’s a federal holiday, USA Today explained that post offices, banks, and courts are closed. Schools are typically closed on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, as well (although, as The Atlantic detailed, sometimes districts decide to hold classes on the holiday as a way to make up for snow days).

Dr. King rose to prominence as a leader of the civil rights movement. He led the Montgomery bus boycott in 1955, which kicked off in response to the arrest of Rosa Parks after she refused to give up her bus seat, according to Brittanica.com. Threats against King and attempts on his life began with that first major protest action, including the bombing of his home. Nonetheless, the boycott worked and in just over a year, Montgomery buses were desegregated.

In 1963, King delivered the famed speech that every school kid learns these days. The “I Have a Dream” speech was given as part of the March on Washington, according to the King Institute. “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character,” he said in one of its most quoted lines. He met with John F. Kennedy afterward to press the president to extend more rights to African-American men and women. King’s activism continued right up until his death in 1968 when he was assassinated by James Earl Ray. He was just 38 years old when he was shot and killed on a balcony at the Lorraine Hotel in Memphis, TN. The site has since been turned into the National Civil Rights Museum.

The push for a holiday honoring King began right away, but it would be a few decades before it finally came to fruition. Some of the fiercest pushback came from the late Senator Jesse Helms, who’s gone down in history as a racist, reported The Washington Post. The bill eventually overcame the opposition, though, and President Ronald Reagan finally signed it into law in 1983 according to Time Magazine. It was first celebrated as a federal holiday in 1986. Some states were reluctant to take part in MLK Day, however, and The New York Times reported that it wasn’t until 1999 that the last state (New Hampshire) finally got on board.

If you don’t have to go to work or school on January 18, thanks to MLK Day, you might consider using it as an opportunity to volunteer. The Corporation for National and Community Service urges people to think of it as a “day on” as opposed to a day off and spend it in service to others — the perfect way to honor King’s life and work.

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Merry Christmas …


XMAS“Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem By Dr. Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Floodwaters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there, really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Floodwaters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first, it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.
Peace.
Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
Implore you, to stay a while with us.
So we may learn by your shimmering light
How to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmastime, a halting of hate time.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language
To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ
Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues at the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices
To celebrate the promise of Peace.

We, Angels and Mortal’s, Believers and Non-Believers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.”

Maya Angelou
― Maya Angelou