Isabel Wilkerson

What, for that matter, would the South look like? Would it have changed on its own? Or did the black exodus force the South to face itself in ways no one could ever have thought possible?

What binds these stories together was the back-against-the-wall, reluctant yet hopeful search for something better, any place but where they were.

a place so dangerously absurd that it is living entertainment in her old age.