Circa April 2005, years before downing redpills on the JQ; Visiting my grandmother after my grandfather's funeral, my mom and I were the last ones in the family at grandma's house. The following morning was really nice. Beautiful weather. Grandma cooked us breakfast and then asked if we'd like some peaches. No way I was gonna down some fresh peaches. She even made syrup to go on them. They were so delicious. We were all seated at the dining table, having peaches and watching the news. I don't remember what it was but some event was being reported and out of nowhere, my grandmother just stated "it's those damn jews." My mom and I looked at each other in stunned disbelief but didn't say anything and kept eating. That is my last, best memory of my grandmother. In 2016, she passed away at the age of 94. One of my biggest regrets in life is not seeing her in her last few years and being able to tell her that *now I understand why she said that and that I agree with her*.