When you bring your grandmother's jewelry to be appraised, they call them heirlooms and offer to pay a premium for the piece itself. "Beautiful", they say.
When I bring my grandmother's jewelery to be appraised, they offer me the advice to pluck out the stones and melt down the metal. Bought in the 70's when my black family found themselves, for the first time, with money.
"Dated", they say. Worth three times as much from 1930.
But tell me again how long it's been; how free we've become.
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