01/18/2026
My grandmother chose this country. And this country chose her.
My grandmother had a hard life in Guyana. She was married at fourteen and, by her twenties, had eight children. With only an elementary school education, she carried more responsibility than anyone that young should. I know she was not the best mother to all of her children and caused them pain, but I believe she did the best she could while still growing up herself.
After my grandfather died, she immigrated to New York and lived with extended family in a crowded home. When my great grandmother passed away, my mother went north for the funeral and found my grandmother living in a cold basement apartment. She asked her to come home with her to Alabama. My grandmother said yes.
That’s when I met her. I was about seven and thrilled to finally have a grandmother. She played with us, braided my hair, traced my face with her fingers until I fell asleep. She was hilarious, inappropriate, easily annoyed, deeply joyful, and had a laugh I can still hear in my head.
She worked hard as a housekeeper and in the laundry room at a hotel. She was a huge part of my childhood and helped shape who I am today.
When she applied for U.S. citizenship, she struggled. Reading and testing were hard for her, and she didn’t pass right away. But when she finally did, it was one of the proudest days of her life.
She lived in Huntsville until she passed in 2009. Her early life was full of hardship, and I like to believe her years in the U.S. gave her a second chance. We are a place for second chances.
I think about her now and imagine how terrifying it would be if she were alive today. Working a job like she did. Being profiled because of her skin, her accent, or where she worked. Profiling isn’t new. But people being taken without due process or the chance to prove their citizenship is.
I imagine how terrifying that would have been for her. Being taken somewhere without knowing if you would see your family again, despite being a U.S. citizen. Pulled from a car with tear gas in the air. Dragged into a van.
Many people don’t have to imagine.
As citizens, we cannot look away.