And they did indeed go low during this confirmation process . . . it was hard to watch.

I am so proud and happy that we have a Black Woman on the Highest Court in the Land

As a Mother, wife, community leader/activist and creative individual, she showed us how to not let others define what we could or could not do.

She taught us to hold our heads up and to be Proud Black Women,bringing forth out best self, no matter what

History was made o when the U.S. Senate confirmed Ketanji Brown Jackson 53-47 to become the next Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States.

Born in Washington D.C. and raised in Florida, Jackson graduated from Harvard University’s law school and served as editor of the Law Review before serving three judicial clerkships, one with Justice Breyer. She worked as a public defender and later served as a district judge for the U.S. District Court in Washington D.C. before being named to the appellate court. She also served as vice chair of the U.S. Sentencing Commission, appointed by President Barack Obama.

She is married to Patrick Graves, a surgeon who is a descendant of Continental Congress delegate Jonathan Jackson and related to both former Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Homes and former House Speaker Paul Ryan. They have 2 daughters and live in Washington DC

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise.

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Still I Rise