The Warmth of Other Suns The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

my favorite book of all time is The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson

One is The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson, which is about the great migration.

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and my favorite book of all time is The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson.

my favorite book of all time is The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson

I read Isabel Wilkerson's book, The Warmth of Other Suns, and it talks about in painful detail how people, you know, had to basically black people were refugees in this country and jumped on on trains and and didn't get off until the train ran out in places like Chicago and New York and Oakland and Los Angeles and created.

It's a carrier of histories, stories, truths that help make sense of human and social challenges newly visible at the heart of our life together.

I was hoping I would be able to live as a man and express myself in a manly way...without the fear of getting lynched at night.

I had no idea. I hear it over and over again from people who actually were alive at the time that some of these things were going on.

From the open door in the vestibule, I see her. She is sitting in a cotton house dress on a baby blue plastic covered easy chair by the window.

They did not ask to be accepted, but declared themselves the Americans that perhaps few others recognized, but that they had always been deep within their hearts.

By their actions, they did not dream the American dream. They willed it into being by a definition of their own choosing.

Perhaps it is not a question of whether the migrants brought good or ill to the cities they fled to or were pushed or pulled to their destinations, but a question of how they summoned the courage to leave in the first place.

I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown. I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns, and perhaps, just perhaps, to bloom.

This is an epic act of reporting and writing...over 15 years, yielding a majestic work of narrative nonfiction. It's the story of the migration of nearly 6 million people from the south of the United States to the north, one of the biggest under-reported stories of the 20th century, told through the lens of three lives.

If you don't finish this book soon, I'm going to be proofreading from heaven.

It was just speaking with Isabel Wilkerson, who wrote The Warmth of Other Suns.

It's a carrier of histories, stories, truths that help make sense of human and social challenges newly visible at the heart of our life together.

I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown. I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns, and perhaps, just perhaps, to bloom.

I was hoping I would be able to live as a man and express myself in a manly way...without the fear of getting lynched at night.

From the open door in the vestibule, I see her. She is sitting in a cotton house dress on a baby blue plastic covered easy chair by the window. She is looking through a parting of the curtains at the street circus below.

Perhaps it is not a question of whether the migrants brought good or will...But a question of how they summoned the courage to leave in the first place or how they found the will to press beyond the forces against them and the faith in a country that had rejected them for so long.

Her 2010 book, 'The Warmth of Other Suns', is a richly researched history of the great migration of African Americans to the North during the first half of the 20th century and it's already a classic.