I’m a fortunate man
While I was reading Blood at the Root, I my eyes fell on a reference to the “Great Migration” of emancipated African Americans from the South to northern cities like Detroit.
I know virtually nothing about that, I said to myself. And so I resolved to find a good book on the matter and take a small step to remedying my ignorance.
Last night I was putting up a couple of books when I came across a copy of The Warmth of Other Suns that Anna had borrowed from a free lending library.
It turns out that this book, a winner of the National Book Critic’s Circle Award for Nonfiction, chronicles the decades-long northward migration of Southern blacks. I’m a fortunate man to have a wife with such excellent taste in books!