{"id":5311,"date":"2023-02-16T09:35:28","date_gmt":"2023-02-16T09:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersrebel.com\/?p=5311"},"modified":"2023-02-16T10:01:53","modified_gmt":"2023-02-16T10:01:53","slug":"a-grandmas-tale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersrebel.com\/a-grandmas-tale\/","title":{"rendered":"A GRANDMA\u2019S TALE<\/span>Sue Hampton<\/span>"},"content":{"rendered":"

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In a downmarket flat in a comfortable English town there lived a shy grandma. She lived with the guilt of breaking her children\u2019s hearts and she didn\u2019t suppose it would ever ease. But now that she had grandbabies she was determined to give them all the love, fun and care her slightly creaky body allowed. She sang to them, \u201cYou are my sunshine, my only sunshine,\u201d in a world where the darkness gathered thick around her. There was so much cruelty and injustice, and such helpless dependence on the fossil fuels set to end life on earth, that the tablets Grandma took weren\u2019t always enough.<\/p>\n

And there were times when fear for the future of the grandchildren she adored with a fervent, close-to-tears passion was overwhelming. If she hadn\u2019t already been willing to sit in the road, glue her hand to a bank window, or put her arm through a metal tube to block an oil depot or printing press just to push for the change the climate scientists cried out for, she would have joined the Rebellion when the first grandbaby slept in her arms. She\u2019d been doing all that anyway, for the other children, the most vulnerable and furthest away. Now it was the least a grandma could do for three well-loved white children who lacked nothing except the prospect of the kind of life she\u2019d once taken for granted.<\/p>\n

But when she was with them, or their parents, it was a case of let\u2019s pretend, of being funny, acting up, dinosaurs and cuddles. The truth was too dark to allow in. All she really shared with their mums and dads was the arrests, court cases and personal stories of activists she admired. Not the reality. Not the details of the IPCC Reports or the Chatham House risk assessment, not the news of Thwaites Glacier\u2026 Like the BBC and most of the press, she kept shtum, because the real news was too horrifying to share with the children she\u2019d brought into a world she hadn\u2019t known would die so fast.<\/p>\n

Sometimes she thought a lot about dying, which was cowardly because it was the biggest opt out of all. One thing, though, she was sure of: she would die for her grandchildren. No question. If that was all she had to do to save them, how simple everything would become. No hesitation. Wouldn\u2019t all the world\u2019s grandmothers do the same? Remembering being a young mum, and thinking about the sacrificial devotion of that new love, she reflected that parents dying for their children was a bit counter-productive, and that dying for her husband, whom she loved very much and who suffered as he aged, would simply increase his pain. But for a grandma, it made total sense. It would be the gift that kept on giving \u2013 if only it gave them life. And her darling partner would understand, as he mourned, because he respected the love as well as the science.<\/p>\n

In stories love was magic and overcame evil. There were arcs and resolutions, and stirring courage. That was why Grandma had always loved stories much, much more than life, and needed to write her own. The alternative reality she created in her novels was a kind of redemption. In the books where she didn\u2019t feature she was her best self. But they weren\u2019t enough. They left the world unchanged and the earth on fire. And the only beauty that moved her was achingly sad, like the stories she loved best, like the innocence of the babies she couldn\u2019t protect from a world that would steal their laughter.<\/p>\n

If this was a story, Grandma could fight off the lions that were about to attack her babies \u2013 but since she was vegan, would never fly again and signed petitions against trophy hunting, that wouldn\u2019t be the best climax. She could swim against wild water to rescue them from drowning. After all, they were so light that the three of them could ride on her back as she thrashed about, wishing she hadn\u2019t let hair loss and wigs keep her away from water for about four decades.<\/p>\n

So she was left with a fire that claimed her once she\u2019d carried the grandbabies to safety. But that was too close to the real life narrative the media shunned. Birds were already falling from the sky and cattle carcases littering deserts. The present was frightening enough, and the future defied imagination.<\/p>\n

Baddies added a frisson to her eldest grandson\u2019s play. \u201cLet\u2019s not kill them,\u201d she\u2019d recently deflected. \u201cLet\u2019s turn them into goodies instead!\u201d Only they were the smooth kind that wore suits, flew private jets and kept government and media under their oily thumbs. No matter how many times she protested, or was arrested, she couldn\u2019t defeat them, not with magic or even with love. Being the tragic heroine she\u2019d identified with as a teenager was pointless if she couldn\u2019t save the grandchildren. And the planet too.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrusst in me,\u201d hissed the snake that ran Shell as he trailed greenwash around the earth. \u201cIn that knowledge,\u201d cried the White Witch, with Aslan under her knife, \u201cdespair and die\u201d. Give up, it\u2019s hopeless, <\/em>said the goblin clawing at Grandma\u2019s brain. The climate crisis is overstated, <\/em>agreed nearly half the participants in the You Gov survey, before (and after) booking post-pandemic flights. \u201cI serve the truth,\u201d whispered Grandma in the darkness when no one heard. She\u2019d become obsessive, fanatical, extreme. <\/em>And when she said goodbye to her grandchildren, she left the fun behind. \u201cTo conquer death,\u201d sang the Seventies Jesus of Superstar, \u201cyou only have to die.\u201d It wasn\u2019t the death that was the problem, she\u2019d explained to the profound young philosopher who wasn\u2019t sure extinction would be such a bad thing. It was the dying: the suffering, the expectation, the chaos and terror and multi-sensory CGI drama. And the loss that already made the beauty acute.<\/p>\n

If this was a story, the tears would be joyful, the ending exquisite, emotion rising and swelling above sentiment and absorbed down deep. Like the child she used to be, who imagined hunger striking until the killing stopped, she\u2019d be the hero, alive or dead. But it was real, and all it had in common with the stories was the love. The narrative was suppressed, and what broke through to the light was jagged, torn, threadbare. People like Grandma were troublemakers, or words her mother didn\u2019t even know. They were enemies of the state and people. And all the love that bound them was redacted, lest anyone caught glimpsed its brightness and felt its power.<\/p>\n

So it wasn\u2019t like the dark night when the ogre looked down on her grandbabies in their cots and licked its lips at three tasty snacks, but Grandma blocked the way, called herself a three-course meal and offered herself on a plate if it only let the babies dream on\u00a0 (a far, far better thing than she had ever done<\/em>). There was no way but the hard way, the scorned way, the way that led regardless to the final ending. The only path worth taking, whatever the destination.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d better keep on keeping on.<\/p>\n

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Sue Hampton<\/strong> is a Quaker grandma and an author no longer invited to schools since acquiring a criminal record with XR, CCA and JSO. She has over 40 published novels\/short story collections including Rebelling Like There\u2019s No Tomorrow<\/em><\/a>, a new volume of poems, short stories and essays including her prison diary.<\/p>\n

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We all have different strengths and I struggle with outreach when it involves conversation \u2013 although I\u2019m often happy on a microphone. For me it\u2019s easier to lock on, even if it involves a little climbing. But my dearest, beautifully spiritual friend is best suited to lighting a candle for me when I\u2019m in action. We can all find an active part to play. And at the moment, we need to encourage everyone we know to play an easy part on April 21st<\/sup><\/a>, just by being there.<\/p>\n

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