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

by Isabel Wilkerson

Still it made no sense to Pershing that one set of people could be in a cage, and the people outside couldn’t see the bars.

He had learned that fear when he was little and once passed the white people’s church. The kids came out of the church when they saw him. They threw rocks and bricks and called him the vilest names that could spring from a southern tongue. And he asked his grandparents, “What kind of god they got up inside that church?”