Grandma Carter returned to America in time to join the campaign that dealt with the Islamic State of Detroit. She doesn’t like to talk about that much. What she saw there. It always ends up going to how that should never have been allowed to happen on American soil when she does. We should have known better. Most of us DID know better. To which she would usually add a lesson about the sins of allowing small injustices to flourish. She always told me to do something if I saw something. Not to just say something and wait for someone else to get around to doing something. Do what I had to do. Right then. Be the change I had to be to. Because its up to all of us to keep another Detroit from happening. I’ve tried to live up to those words.