I Defend Survivors to Keep My Grandfather’s Legacy Alive
If my grandfather could remain optimistic into his eighties, then how could I let myself become jaded in my twenties?
Perhaps I should have listened to my parents, Maybe they were right all along.
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“Names bind us to people, places, and histories. As the descendant of enslaved people, my name only goes so far.”
The story affirms our goodness by assuring us we did it on our own. The story tells us to not make waves.