In the midst of racial persecution, Afro-Asian feminist and mutineer Granada mars social injustice. Alongside her sister, Minidoka, Granada avers civil rights of the American entirety. Both girls avail prodigious wit and prescience in hopes to succor souls of holy suffering. Despite quarantine of the twentieth century, various male and female power emblems abjure the oppression prejudice entails. Granada herself pursues love as she she pursues seafood and wasabi—ferociously. Black lives matter. Brown lives matter. Yellow lives matter. White lives matter.Granada harbors great capacity for freedom and monotonous altruism pervades her heart. She has yet to oblige a man, and man has yet to oblige her mandate. Thus, she discerns the world objectively—as though sex and race seldom infiltrate her fate. Her approach to life exudes a benign demeanor whereby the world exists in accord with presumption—as its perpetrators like it. The difference between stereotype and label is the allure globally—dual hemispheres encompass stereotypes; whereas a label is contrived by a single entity. Nonetheless, Granada ascertains her soul and affections—because as for strictly her name and age, the universe espies naught but a heap of flesh in her presence. Sometimes, a digit—perhaps two or three—constitute a living being. Sometimes, an assemblage of letters constitute a living being. Sometimes, we as humans endure triumph more infrequently than tribulation for the sheer experience of empathy. As for Granada, tribulation conceives a conduit for rebirth.
