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Welcome!

Hello there!

My name is Bria and as you can see by the name of this blog, I am from the city of Grenville in Grenada. Where is Grenada? Well it is at the southern most tip of  the Caribbean islands, right before Trinidad. Since we are part of the Lesser Antilles, we are not know as much as you can say …Puerto Rico, Jamaica or Cuba. But no matter how small the island I am proud to be a Grenadian! I currently live in Los Angeles, California…pretty far away from home you might say, but LA or the City of Angels I like to say is like my second home and I also call myself a native Angeleno!

  • Update currently in Kansas So I may need to change up the name of this blog !

Now as for what this blog will focus on? Well I like to think of it as a way to vent but I got my inspiration from a great novel called ” Americanah” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche , the main character, Ifemelu ‘s blog on her experiences as a Non-American Black inspired me so I may through in some perspectives from that. I also hope to get friends to write their blogs and post them here… Hmmm I don’t know what else to add…

Oh Enjoy this beautiful picture of my hometown Grenville or La Baye as it’s known in French.

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Happy Anniversary!

So its been 3 years since I started this blog and I cannot believe has fast time has gone by. I cannot imagine another place to share my thoughts and ideas about my life , work and whatever else is there. Hoping to document my life more!

That Grenville Girl signing off !

HEA Buddy update

Hello!

So a few weeks ago I wrote about being assigned to the incoming cohort as buddies to support them in their first year at KU. Well we sent our profile and I chose from theirs, and I think I found some diamonds in the rough.

I might have been a bit biased of me but I chose mostly all the students of color especially the women of color and guess what?

I got them both women of color !

Jasmine is from Tennessee and I did not remember her from Interview days so I assumed that she did online or housing only interviews since that is what her assistantship is in.

I also got Gowri, originally from India but has been in Lawrence for a bit! She is married with kids and currently returning back to school, she will be with the School of Engineering!

Hoping for the best this summer and Fall semester.

That Grenville Girl signing off!

An unforgettable birthday

It is rare for me to celebrate my own birthday but I never let a friend’s (a really good friend) birthday go by. With this person the intention was not really to be a friend, I mean we did meet on a dating app after all,But in deciding to take things slow we became great friends and for the past 5 months we have been talking. There is not a day that has gone by in those months that we haven’t talked. Recently I was having a bad day and honestly this person really helped me through it and i dont think they really know this.

My friend is from India and is currently doing their PhD at my institution’s rival within the state of Kansas. He’s been away from family for a while and I asked him when was his birthday recently. In trying to remember I got the date wrong at first but quickly corrected that. So in wanting to force him for once to celebrate, I asked him if he wanted to do a picnic in order to celebrate to my surprise he actually agreed to. I told him bring the drinks and I will cook fried chicken, something he really loves. So I made the chicken yesterday and I allowed him to watch me cook, which he really did and seemed very impressed. He thoroughly enjoyed the chicken and pasta salad I made for him.

He bought hard cider for us to drink and since he doesn’t drink much alcohol, I was a bit worried about the effects on him but he really really enjoyed the drink to my surprise, as well as the bit of moscato I had left. He was like a little kid, had me play with his hair (he has gorgeous hair) and give him a massage and I even gave him some food to go with, which he didnt want at first but took with reluctance.

After he got home he thanked me profusely for the day as he enjoyed it and to be honest so did I. I have not had much company around or seen many friends except for on Zoom calls since COVID restrictions and it was a great and refreshing welcome to see someone. I also knew what it was like to be away from family and alone so I really felt for him with that as well as other issues he had. So it was a day to really help him take his mind off things.

That Grenville girl signing off!

Is There A Time Limit To Grief?

Today marks the 5th anniversary of my Mother’s death and it has been a hard day for me honestly. With being alone and in a down mood from Covid and the semester, I was not up for intern stuff, meetings or anything I needed to focus on in terms of exercising my brain.

I called my aunt after talking to my Grandmother earlier, who forgot today was ‘the day, I was crying and on the phone my aunt didn’t get why and when I explained the response I get is ‘ it already happened’ WHAT? I hung up the phone. I was mad at her.

I learned years ago going through grief counseling that there is no time limit on grieving the loss of a loved one. Five years is a long time but it surely does not mean I will ‘forget’ my mother died. She brought me into this world for goodness sake. This is my first experience with the death of anyone so close to me. It was hard enough going through the first year after she died and now I find no support from the one person that should be there. I message my friend , Maria, who would understand what I am going through. She understands how I feel more than anyone I know out there.

Every year since my mom died I have taken out pictures of her and looked over them and try to remember how she was, sometimes I cry and sometimes I feel happy. But I will never put a time limit on my grief! You can move on but you cannot stop as if the person did not simply exist. Yes I may not have had the best relationship with her but I will not disrespect her memory like that ever.

Since this is my place to get my feelings and thoughts out there I thought I would just do that here since I know it really helps me. Excuse my mini rant.

 

That Grenville Girl signing off.

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Photo by Sasha Martynov on Pexels.com

 

Sun has set on her life but she will always be with me….

Being a Black immigrant in Racist America

As you would know by now there is a lot in the air with the recent attacks on Black men and black people in general in the US. Being in the Midwest and not diverse California has really opened my eyes a lot more to racism in America. And honestly, I am beginning to become more and more scared to live here.

I was born in a predominantly Black country with 80% or more of folks claiming African heritage, I also claim that heritage but I am part of the 12% or so mixed people. I was never called Black growing up in Grenada, I was called by the shade of my skin, which is what they would say red-skinned, but I am more on the brown side I would say personally. I remember coming to terms being called ‘Black’ in the US because it was not something I was used to, I was grouped with a subset of people I did not relate to culturally and then having to realize that I was never Black enough or enough of anything at all. So today I say I identify as black but I usually say I am mixed race seeing as I come from two parents that are mixed race; my father black and Irish from his mom who is half white and black and father who is black,  and my mother Amerindian and black from both her parents who are the same mixture. My mother was dark with a nice complexion and my father very light and white-passing and hence my brother and I are in the middle in terms of our looks, both of us are brown-skinned with long, curly hair (more in my case). After finding out about my Irish heritage I was actually kind of proud of it but later on, as things went on I began to be more and more proud of my African heritage which I possibly traced may have been slaves from Nigeria in West Africa. Coming to terms with being Black in America in times like these is really scary because you don’t know who is for you or against you. I would acknowledge though that my ancestors, the Irish, Caribs, and the Africans have struggled and rose above all odds (even though yes it was easier for the Irish because…white privilege) and it was something I weirdly thought about while writing another post for this blog. Grenada was not the place I had to think about being Black and what that means so I truly had a wake-up call when I arrived in  America as I was not familiar with any of this coming here at the age of 17.

Being Black in America, white folks don’t care where the hell you came from once you look like me you are black and they disregard (not all white folks now) your culture and identity. I remember being annoyed when I was classified as African American because I am..not.. I am West Indian American, my culture is very different from theirs although we look alike, just the same with white people who have different ethnicities, we Black folks have the same thing going on too! But they never stop to care, it’s just like how they call all Hispanics, Mexican, and all Asians, Chinese…

I remember the harsh reality of learning about racism in America in-depth, I was in an American history class, my professor, a Latina woman, helped me to learn about a topic so deep it lives with me till this very day. Reading parts of Racism without Racist by Eduardo Silva-Bonilla taught me about slavery in America and how today racism has not gone away, it’s still there, it’s just subtle. Colorblind or not seeing color I learned is not the way for us, all of us, to face racism and racist acts. That class was the best class I ever took in Community College and the only class I ever rose from a D to an A in my whole life. Because of this class and me moving about in the world I was able to come to terms with my blackness, especially in the US. In Grad school, I learned about intersectionality by Kimberly Crenshaw and how my identities of being a woman and a person of color collide and how there is so much more against us. Too many times I have observed myself being the only woman of color or person of color in many spaces and sometimes it makes you think… am I supposed to be here? Even till this day it still bothers me (see my post about Imposter Syndrome) and I am not proud of that because I deserve to be where I am.

Black Lives Matter is not something I was particularly involved in when it came out as I felt that it did not encompass Africans and West Indian Americans but now? I throw all those things out the window. If we have to fight for power and being heard we ALL need to unite, not just African Americans. Minorities need to unite and not separate, that’s the one thing I see, our black communities don’t unite, they separate themselves. We need to have power and to have power is to be in numbers. This takes me back to the 70s with the Black Campus Movement and how power in numbers really helped these students’ voices be heard.

Too many lives being lost for no reason. Too many people think they can call us ‘Nigga’ and get away with it. Too many people think we have inferior genes (yes I recently had to deal with this in a group chat where a white guy said that he had superior genes that he passed on to his daughter, the child’s mother is black and when I called him out on saying such nonsense he tried to explain his reasoning but he just dug himself in a hole ) or even more, they wanna look like us but not the struggle that comes with being us. I am downright tired of America and its racist ideologies that still exist. Yes, I am happy for the opportunities but is it worth being discriminated on a daily?? I am beginning to think not.

Being a black immigrant in Racist America is having to go beyond not only being a person of color but being a foreigner, double whammy! You feel queasy and sick sometimes, depends on your immigrant status you are constantly worrying about if Trump will get rid of you, and having an accent sometimes makes things worst so you fake an American accent to get by.  I don’t want to hear, ‘Go back to my country’ from White Americans because that means you have to go back too! Rightfully give that land back to the Native Americans because they were here first yet they lost all privileges to even live freely in the land that was once theirs. 

America we need to do better!

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Will we be free or will we die trying.

That Grenville Girl signing off.

The resilience of the KU community

Today would have been the graduation ceremony for the Class of 2020 at KU and although they were not allowed to celebrate in person, I bid them congratulations! As someone who received their degree two years ago, it is a proud accomplishment that deserves all the celebration necessary, although I did not get to celebrate mines how I wanted.

Earlier I took a look at the virtual ceremony for the graduation in lieu of an in-person one later this year or next year, and I was not surprised by the support that the class of 2020 received from the KU community, from Chancellor Girod to New Provost Bichelmeyer, to Student Affairs folk such as Dr. Durham, to Athletics,  to Professors, and Alumni, everyone banded together to make sure the Class of 2020 felt appreciated.

I like to think of KU as an island with 29,000 people. For such a large school and the second largest institution I had the chance to attend, I could not imagine not going here. It is such a close-knit community. Everyone cares, student affairs cares, they make mistakes and they make strides. they care about the students and how they feel. They are mindful of student situations and offer soooooooo many resources, things I did not see my undergrad provide for its students. Working down the hall from Student Affairs opened my eyes to these things but what really showed me how much KU loves its students was that virtual ceremony.

Resilence, a word that I live by and use to describe my time in the US and getting my education. KU embodies this in so many ways that even though I talk crap about Kansas as a state and not exploring it enough, I could not imagine attending another institution. From the time I set my foot on KU’s campus in February of 2019 for my HEGA days and I saw how warm and genuine everyone was, I knew it was my destiny to go here, even though I was stubborn about it and wanted to go to University of Utah. When I got here in August to start my assistantship and school everyone was so nice to me and wanted to look out for me. Every institution has its flaws and KU is no different but to see how they have handled this semester switch online and made sure to look out for students, collect thoughts and opinions and so forth I have no seen another university do this (Ok maybe I am being biased).

Yes, KU has a long way to go in terms of diversity, its budgets, and supporting minority students and they are working on it. But seeing how some students reminisced about their four, three, or two years at KU and how it had an impact on them shows how in the midst of everything that they can hold strong. The Chancellor and Vice Provost did a wonderful job of honoring them and social media was filled congratulations for grads from different departments, award recipients, and more.

As the State of Kansas motto says ‘ Ad Astra Per Aspera’ – to the stars through difficulties and these students have reached the stars through difficult times.

Congrats Class of 2020!

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Rock Chalk !  Jayhawk !  KU

 

That Grenville Girl signing off!

 

To my future HEA Buddy….

For Clarification, HEA is Higher Education Administration

It’s funny that we got an email yesterday about our cohort’s interest in being assigned to an incoming first-year student as their HEA buddy, when my HEA is about to graduate today, May 15th, as I write this. My HEA buddy, Courtney, was one of the funniest and most genuine people I met during my interview days while in the process of being admitted to a Grad School program and she was very helpful and had me laughing during my downtime for interviews. I would say it was her, Jannet and Anna who really influenced my decision to go to KU. She was from the East Coast, Baltimore, married and hated being away from the ocean just like me! She loved seafood (as I would find out later) as much as I did and we did not have to force any conversations. When it came to my cohort choosing their  HEA buddy last year, I chose her as my top choice not knowing that there was like….a lot of competition from everyone else in the cohort to have her as a buddy as it seemed she was a popular choice. However, I ended up with her and I was veryyyyyy surprised!’ Like what how did I get Courtney?’ I was also a twin with Chelsey from the cohort which made sense cause she was married. Courtney was very good at reaching out to me and seeing that I was ok or needed help or direction on anything. Fun fact we had the same supervisor at one point as Katie worked with First-Year Experience before switching to Conduct halfway through the 2018- 2019 school year and I had to interview her and have her as my supervisor. The tea, tips, and tricks I got from Courtney really helped me through my first semester as a Grad student and we would meet out in the hall since Conduct and FYE were literally across from each other, and chit chats a lot so I did not have to always schedule a time to see her, which really helped. I sent her a long text last night congratulating her on graduating and it was hard not to cry because not only had I not known her long, although it felt like a long time, it was great to know someone like this going into the same field as myself even though we have different focuses with her in Orientation and myself in Conduct. However, Student Affairs is a small field where you know everyone!

Now to address the title of this paper, I was filling out stuff about myself for someone to choose me as a buddy, I think I made a good impression with some of the incoming folks during interview days so hopefully, I get chosen? If I had to choose anyone from the first years it would be the one student from the University of Iowa who was very shy and asked me a very serious question; if I felt supported as a student of color by my cohort to which I truthfully answered and said no but gave him options as to go about finding support in other places on campus especially when it relates to identity. Students like that intrigue me and I would love to take him under my wings as a mentor.

To my future HEA buddy, I hope I can be a source of support in some crazy times we are having with this pandemic. I hope to be genuine and truthful with everything that is going in the program, on-campus, off-campus, and so forth. To whatever identity you have I wish to learn more about yours, partake and share mines with you too as this is a two-way street right? I hope to share any advice, tips, tricks, tea, and papers as a means of direction for you to be able to get through your first year. I hope to be the one that you can talk to about the things you are struggling with whether it be mental health or personal life and offer resources to get you through that if I cannot be of help. I hope to guide you through interview prepping in your second semester and making sure you get your first internship! And I hope to be someone you have a connection to in the long run as we will both be in Student Affairs. 

Whatever I got from Courtney I want to pass that on and hopefully, I can update everyone on who my buddy is before the end of the summer!

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Not a cup of tea but hey.. it’s the same right! I had my first meet up with Courtney at McClain’s!

The Grenville Girl signing out!

 

The first year is over!

This is not how I would of liked my first year of Grad school to end but thanks to Rona, I have no choice but to deal with how things are at the moment.

But my accomplishments!

  • Joined the HESA board as Chair for Diversity
  • Completed my first and second semesters of classes (yikes)
  • Will get an article published for ASCA in the summer
  • Will be part of the Hooding Ceremony  (Drive by ) for Second year grads on Friday, May 15th. I will miss my Buddy Courtney!
  • Got a scholarship from the School of Ed!
  • Conducted my office’s ethical sanction class for the whole year in class and via zoom
  • Had hearings with students on residential conduct situations
  • Tried to advise and train a student hearing board
  • Was APLA (Apartment Living Association) PR Coordinator  for 2019-2020 and improved their social media and will be their Secretary for 2020-2021 along with 3 current Execs I love.
  • Got connected to Cat as my NASPA mentor and I have loved her advising and mentorship
  • Got an internship with PACE university but it cancelled so I got one with the CSL (Center for Service Learning) as the Community Engagement intern this summer. Catch me out there connecting people to resources amidst COVID!
  • Fell in love with all things Conduct and I love my office. Thanks for your mentoring, support and fun zoom meetings!
  • Learned how my identity is important for the work that I do!

 

I still have one more paper to write so with that said let me get cracking on it!

 

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Made this cap along with one of my favorite folks in Housing, Katarina M.S.E ! Pleasure to work with you and will surely miss you! Brb…crying

 

That Grenville Girl signing out!

 

Imposter Syndrome is real

Yesterday I was talking to my NASPA mentor, Cat, after about six weeks of not hearing from her.  She works at Stanford as part of the summer school and her husband works at their hospital. With the COVID-19 virus, she feared him bringing it home to her, however, they are fine! She has helped me through the ACUHO-I process (even forcing me to apply to a Stanford position) prepped me for interviews and was so proud of me (she’s like my Italian mom!) for getting an offer from Pace University. She gives me good advice about Higher Ed/Student Affairs and often compliments me on my patience with doing Student Conduct as she could not do it (she is also from a Housing background).

Recently we spoke on the phone and she was congratulating me on being possibly published for the ASCA Reflections magazine, and I made the comment ‘ Maybe they didn’t have a lot of people apply for it so I got chosen’ and she stopped me dead in my tracks and said ‘ I see you’re experiencing some imposter syndrome there? ‘ and I replied ” Yea, cause most folks being published are professionals and Directors of their university’s conduct department! I’m the only student there….”  then she said ” So what? That shows you love your experience and frankly some of these Directors do not deal with students like you do so your opinion is as valuable or more than theirs. ”  To this statement, I agreed. I still had my doubts about being accepted but I was really proud of myself! Deep down at least.

I think I have had imposter syndrome most of my time in the US, especially being in college. I dont think back home I was so embarrassed or did not want recognition, I thrived on that!  Now before you ask ‘Well Bria what is imposter syndrome?’ I will give a definition. Imposter syndrome is described as a psychological pattern in which one doubts one’s accomplishments and a fear of being exposed as a fraud. Basically, it means that you feel that you do not deserve what you achieved because others did better. Who usually feels like this you may ask? It usually tends to be students from low income or minoritized backgrounds ( from a higher education perspective).

I would say in the last few years I have not really been happy or proud of my achievements and I would discourage my aunt or others from talking about it. But why? I think for me it relates to my self-esteem, I have always liked working behind the scenes and although yes I like the recognition, sometimes I don’t like being seen. It sounds so contradictory I know! Like I am a first-gen college student in my family for Undergrad and Grad school so why am I not proud of myself? This took a lot of effort! Or did I lose meaning to life achievements after my mom died? Am I not doing this for her? So many questions yet no answers. So when I learned about imposter syndrome in my Student Development theory class with Dr. Foste and having Cat bring it up on the phone with me when I was doubting my abilities says a lot. I realized this is just something I have to get over and it will take a while but I will get there. But for now, I am excited to be a future published as a Grad Student!

 

That Grenville Girl signing out

 

Meet the authors of the next issue of Reflections!

ASCA – Association of Student Conduct Administrators is the overarching organization for Student Affairs Folks within Student Conduct. Next February I get to go to their annual convention in DC! (Once Rona lets up)

 

Lady Liberty- What she means to me

Last winter I had the pleasure of visiting the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island for the first time. Now this is my first time, in general, exploring New York’s tourist side and I was hoping to do that this year even more but …Rona!(COVID-19)

I was surprised that my dad wanted to see it. I really thought that he had gone before but he said that he never went before because New Yorkers dont do such and then I quickly realized why he said that but before I go into all that a little tip for anyone who decides to go there after this pandemic is over.

BUY YOUR TICKETS ONLINE. It will save you so much time and from getting scammed by folks right outside Battery Park who say they sell tickets. Anyways as to why he said this is because soooo many tourists come to NY and crowd these tourist attractions and plus NY is a busy city who has that kind of time? But because I was there for winter break I guess he decided why not, after all, I spent most of my time in Los Angeles. When he came to LA I showed him around because I knew the place like the back of my hand so I guess this was his way of returning the favor.

First, we had to decide if we were taking the ferry from the NY or NJ side (Technically the Statue is in NJ waters) and well obviously it was NY because we live there. Then we had to decide if we wanted to see just the statue and Ellis Island or go up to the pedestal of the statue or go up to the crown (cost more) in the end the total was about forty-something dollars cause I got a senior citizen ticket for Dad and a regular one for myself. (I think I have the tickets somewhere still) then finding a time slot that worked for Dad knowing that he was coming from work that day and would be sleepy. I paid for them and got confirmation of the tickets.

Next day I wake up really excited to go, I felt like an 8-year-old again. I got up before 8 am and took a shower and got ready. Usually, Dad gets home by 8:30 for work so I wanted to make sure he got a nap. He came home with food that day or the day before, couldn’t remember…but I know that I did not need to prepare breakfast except for tea. He went to take a shower… he moves a little slow…   and its like a hen about to lay eggs. Not because he is old or so but because naturally my Dad turns and turns when he has to go somewhere. It’s annoying sometimes but I deal with it. We get ready and leave the apartment. I get outside and its cold and rainy, the kind of day I like to stay inside for but not today… I was on a mission. Dad and I walked to the train station on  Eastern Parkway via Kingston and took the first train to Nostrand Ave then got off and waited for the other train to Battery Park ( I don’t know the train system in NY well enough). We get to Battery Park and we are immediately flocked by people asking us if we are going to the statue of liberty, to which I reply, ‘ We already bought tickets’ and then disappointment covers their face as we keep walking. Other folks show us where to pick up our tickets. As we walk further into the park I see that that the line is SUPER long and I am appalled. Like why are there so many people here? More than half are tourists and foreigners. A bit irritated by so many people, I try find the window to pick up the tickets and we get into the shorter line since we planned ahead, that line moves much quicker than the others and then we approach security so that we can be searched. After about 45 minutes in line and going through security we approach the ferry.

Now let me say that I have never been on a boat before much less in a place like New York City. I was scared and panic about falling into the water but Dad is thoroughly enjoying everything and is taking pictures (oh great!). We get onto the Ferry and I am relieved.. I see the view of Governor’s Island, the statue, the port of New Jersey and Ellis Island. There is a concession stand within the ferry but we pass this and go straight to the top deck of the ferry that’s open. It’s not raining anymore but the seats are wet so we find tissue to wipe the seats and sit down. It doesn’t take a lot to entertain my Dad so he was excited. Then the Ferry takes off and we are ‘gunning’ (a word my Dad loves) towards Liberty Island. As we move closer to the island, we see the statue getting bigger and bigger, and everyone stands up and they are taking photos. I also take some and get my Dad’s reaction on some of them which are hilarious.

We dock on Liberty Island after about 20 minutes on the Hudson River and walk to the Liberty Museum. We didn’t do the audio tour because apparently, we were too cool for that. The museum had a plethora of information about the statue in terms of its history and how it was built and so forth. It was eye-opening for me and Dad as immigrants. We left the museum and walked around and went closer to the Statue and the view of New Jersey and Lower Manhattan. The Staten Island ferry, a big reddish-orange boat, zooms by with passengers. I told my Dad we had access to the pedestal (the wall part right underneath the actual statue) and he lost his shit. He was totally down to go up there. We had to go through security again so that was a bummer but after that, we made our way inside the statue. Worst mistake of my life made here (not actually … I’m being dramatic) but yea there were 6 floors or over 160 stairs to get to the pedestal. I was grossly out of breath by the time I got to the top because of my asthma..however the view was worth it. It was so beautiful that I did not want to leave. After about 10 minutes there we go back down and decide to catch the ferry since Dad was getting tired from working all night. we wait a while and get on the ferry home, we decided not to go to Ellis Island ( which has a lot more history) and we go home. My Dad buys artwork of NYC for us both and we leave Battery Park and head back to Brooklyn.

Now, what does Lady Liberty mean to me… well I’ll start a bit with Ellis island.. This was the port of entry for immigrants to the USA for a long time until it was shut down in the 1940s I believe. Since then it has been put with Liberty Island formerly known as Bedloe Island as part of the Statue of Liberty National Monument. The other day I watched a video on Ellis island and it talked about what strict rules the immigrants who entered had to do through, getting a physical by doctors on arrival and sometimes being quarantined or sent back (that’s not the worst of it). Many came for better opportunities, ran away from war-torn countries and famine. Many of the prominent arrivals at this time were the Italians, Jews,  British, and Irish my ancestors who were treated less than human for many years until they proved their worth (I seem to have a history of ancestors who suffered?… but anyways back to the story) Basically if you are white and in the US  most likely your ancestors came through Ellis Island. Even the books that people signed when entering are available and some folks were able to track their family members that entered. But the one thing I remember is that many of these immigrants when they saw the statue with her torch burning bright, it was a symbol of hope, new beginnings, and a new life. As an immigrant, I can see why that means so much to them. Ironically enough my port of entry was New York, however, it was John F Kennedy airport so a little more luxurious and not by boat… haha. But when I arrived here it was a new beginning for me, I was 17 and I did not know what to expect of the world much less a new country I did not know. I did not know I would be here 10 years later writing this story, and no matter what I am proud of my immigrant background in the US, yea I might code switch, try to sound American and acculturated, but you bet your life I will tell you I am Grenadian to the bone and that runs deep in me, even if sometimes I feel like I am not Grenadian enough or American enough, I now know that I am both and no one can take that from me. I might not have accomplished a lot, I had my ups and downs but I made it through and here I am today making the best of my opportunity here today. And that’s what Lady Liberty means to me.

I will attach photos from my outing!

That Grenville Girl signing off!

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In photos : Ellis Island,  Batter Park, NYC, NJ, Liberty Island.

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