Today’s post was supposed to be my “Easy Breezy Organization” post, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t really want to comment on the state of the world, I feel like so many people are doing that. Going in depth and telling the story of George Floyd. I on the other hand will tell you the story of one of the greatest people I knew, my role model, an amazing activist, supporter of justice, and fighter for change and equality. My Grandma Nina. Unfortunately we lost her in 2016.
I am who I am today because of her. She influenced my path in life and altered the way I see things and people and the difference between justice and injustice. What I know for a fact right now is that there is so much injustice and inequality happening in the US right now. There always has been, it’s just now coming to a head. We are calling for change. If my grandma taught me anything it’s that saying anything is saying something. I may feel like I have such a small platform, that I may not have the biggest voice, I may not be the loudest person in the room, but I am saying something. This systematic injustice is wrong. Criminal. My grandma would be out in the streets right now if she were still here. I would stand with her.
She changed my life. We went through phases of how close we were, but in the years leading up to her passing we became closer. She truly became my best friend. I could listen to her forever, and the thing is, that if I disagreed, we had a discussion. She was such a joy and a gem.
At her 90th birthday party I got wine drunk, gave a speech, and cried. To be honest I don’t remember what I said. I just remember saying that I chose my major because of her, and it’s true. I went into political science because of her. I wanted to make her proud. Further study the things that she had ingrained in me. That’s what I did. I still don’t have my degree, but I should by next May.
So, the United States is in major social justice turmoil. We want change. The sentence is simple, but it’s a hard road. Not impossible, but hard. We are entering a new era for equality and racism. People are fighting for the rights that they should already have.
I will never know what it’s like to live in fear because of the color of my skin. I never acknowledge it, but I know that I am privileged because I am white. My grandma taught me many things, but mostly that everyone’s life has value. This homicide, which was clearly done without regard for a persons life, it shows that certain people believe that Black lives have less or basically no value. Which is the sickest thing about all of this. George Floyd and all of the other sick and senseless murders committed by the police, shows the truth about racism. That it exists and is prevalent in everyday lives.
Everything just seems so trivial now. So, if I’m a bit quiet or my posts are shorter that’s why. Stay safe.
A Delicate Odyssey 
It’s so valuable to have people like your grandma in our lives to model what it means to do the right thing.
Yes it is. I miss her very much. If she were here she’d be out in the streets.