This isn’t about me. It’s about you!
Walking the streets of Chicago while in town for the National Association of Black Journalists (NABJ) annual convention, a grandmother walking with her two grandchildren stopped to talk.
The group I was with all had on our convention badges and she remembered NABJ from the previous day’s newscasts telling of the convention visit by former President Donald Trump.
For the next 15-20 minutes the woman gave her views on Trump, NABJ, Vice President Kamala Harris, the election, and her three nephews who much to her dismay, told her they were voting for Trump.
The grandchildren stood by respectfully as their grandmother talked, never butting in the conversation, acting out, or encouraging Granny to keep it moving.
The one time the young girl, who appeared to be about 14, spoke, she looked into my eyes and said, “Wow, you are beautiful!”
To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. I immediately turned all my attention to her and began praising and delving into her business.
Of course, I thanked her, re- turned the compliment, and posed questions that would let me learn more about her.
I wasn’t feeling myself, I was totally into her. In a world filled with such negativity and where frequently the “mean girl” spirit prevails, it was nice to hear positive, affirming comments from a Gen Zer.
Just think, when was the last time you said some- thing positive and uplifting to another person? Especially woman to woman?
When was the last time another female said something to you that put a smile on your face and made you feel good all over?
We’re dealing with some tough times and people are hurting. It seems to be easier to dish out insults and attacks; rather than being graceful or compassionate. Instead of looking for the good in everyone, we appear to be more comfortable passing on our pain to others.
During our conversation, I hope I had as much of an impact on her as she did on me.
And I prayed that her future would be bright and filled with people who were spreading joy more than pain and love more than hate.
I’ve seen the signs that read, “I’m my ancestor’s wildest dreams.”
My dreams include a world that celebrates diversity, equity, inclusion, respect, understanding, and love.
If young Miss Chi-Town is any indication of what’s in store, I feel very optimistic about the future because one thing I know is that the alternative will not bode well for future generations.
We must all do better, get the help we need while also helping others, and make this experience we call “life” better for all.
