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KANSAS CITY, Mo.--Isabel Wilkerson's Pulitzer Prize-winning book helped me understand the 20th-century movement that drove my dad and 6 million other blacks from the South. Yet in the 21st century, it attracted my 29-year-old daughter, Adrianne, back to the land of her forebears.
"The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration" explains how the young generations after World War I and World War II were pushed from the South by racism, discrimination, violence, and Jim Crow. They were pulled to cities in the North, including Philadelphia, New York, St. Louis, Detroit, Chicago, and Kansas City.
They sought the right to vote, better housing, good schools, and opportunities.
"Their individual actions, added together, benefited their children, their grandchildren, and even those they left behind in the South as much as if not more than themselves," Wilkerson wrote. "The migration helped other people of color--the later arrivals from Asia, South and Central America, and the Middle East--whose worlds opened up further as the country liberalized its views of diversity.
"The Migration exposed white Americans outside the South to black culture and created an opportunity--much of it missed--to bridge the races in the New World. The Migration changed American culture as we know it."
Wilkerson tells the story of the 1915-to-1970 migration through the personal journeys of three individuals. The book added historical depth to my dad's reasons for leaving his Virginia home in the Depression, first for college at West Virginia State and then Cornell University for his master's and doctorate in chemistry. In 1947, Dad joined his older brother, William, who settled in St. Louis after graduating from the Howard University School of Law. Other family members shed the chains of the South to live like free men in the North.
William Sherwood Diuguid became the first black magistrate in St. Louis. Dad was the first black chemical company owner. They hated being second-class citizens in the South, but they loved their Virginia roots.
My mother was a St. Louisian. Migrants marrying Northerners was not unusual.
My siblings and I experienced the influx of people during the Great Migration, which Wilkerson compares to centuries of immigrants coming to these shores "yearning to breathe free." The black migrants swelled the segregated classrooms at our schools.