NCFroIsReading A Mother of a stack of books…White Trash, The Warmth of Other Suns, Tales of Genji

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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 if 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, to bloom-Richard Wright

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As African Americans, were escaping the pogroms of the South, so were poor whites at the same time with other marginalized populations all over the world escaping to the industrialized North in search of safety and the American dream, only to witness and be part of another nightmare.

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