My 4 yo granddaughter is the friendliest, sweetest little thang you will ever. Last night we were out for a walk a local park that has a fishing pier. We first met an white elderly couple w a dog. We are white, for context. My daughter says “hi! I like your dog”. The man was 1/

Nice enough to speak and tell her the dogs name. His wife never said a word. A little later we pass a black woman. Again, my granddaughter cheerfully said “hi”. Even though the lady was on the phone she in turn greeted my granddaughter with a “hello, beautiful”. On we walk 2/

And pass a black couple. Again my granddaughter cheerfully says “Hi! What’s your name”. She stops and gets down to her level well over 6 ft (unlike the white couple) and “hello, beautiful, my name is ____. It’s nice to meet you”. Then my granddaughter asks, “what’s his name”? 3/

The lady says, “that is my husband, _____”. Little miss curiosity now had made a friend. So she asks her “what’s in your bag”? I chided her for being nosey Rosie and the lady laughs and says “those are some adult drinks”. And on and on the conversation went for about 5 min. 4/

Until I finally said we needed to let them get on with their night. I prompted her to tell them it was nice to meet them and we hope they have a good night, which she reluctantly did. She didn’t want to let her new friend go. I got to thinking about it. 5/

So many times white women will completely ignore her, just as the white woman did last night. No acknowledgement at all. Yet, this very rarely, if ever, has happened with black women. So I just want to take a moment to acknowledge that. Thank you, black women, for your 6/

Genuine warmth and acknowledgement of my granddaughter. I see you. You matter to my granddaughter. You matter to me. END #blm