I wonder… When she was growing up, walking down these streets that were proudly named after prominent slaveholders, walking past those government buildings flying the Confederate flag, walking around the college campus that was strictly off-limits to Black Americans, did she imagine that one day her granddaughter would get to attend that same university— on a scholarship no less? Could she have ever in a million years dreamed there would be a statue of her granddaughter on those same grounds? … Did you have that much hope in your heart, Grandma?