amy.loved
| Introduction | There's a photo on my wall of my grandmother Amy Cropper, a "white" woman from St Vincent. A "white" woman, squatting like a boy on the beach, arms grabbing her knees, skirts hitched into her panties, staring dead straight at the camera. The year could be 1940. Behind her, her black husband lounges on a tree trunk, laughing. The picture says so much about who she was: dynamic, straightforward, defying labels. A skinny white woman with no fear. Love made her life decisions easy. Love, that woke her every morning with its cheerful uncompromising clarity and dead straight gaze. G'long, Granny, I won't forget you. |
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