The Warmth of Other Suns Quotes

“They did what human beings looking for freedom, throughout history, have often done. They left.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“It occurred to me that no matter where I lived, geography could not save me.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Our Negro problem, therefore, is not of the Negro's making. No group in our population is less responsible for its existence. But every group is responsible for its continuance.... Both races need to understand that their rights and duties are mutual and equal and their interests in the common good are idential.... There is no help or healing in apparaising past responsibilities or in present apportioning of praise or blame. The past is of value only as it aids in understanding the present; and an understanding of the facts of the problem--a magnanimous understanding by both races--is the first step toward its solution.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“They traveled deep into far-flung regions of their own country and in some cases clear across the continent. Thus the Great Migration had more in common with the vast movements of refugees from famine, war, and genocide in other parts of the world, where oppressed people, whether fleeing twenty-first-century Darfur or nineteenth-century Ireland, go great distances, journey across rivers, desserts, and oceans or as far as it takes to reach safety with the hope that life will be better wherever they land.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“The measure of a man’s estimate of your strength,” he finally told them, “is the kind of weapons he feels that he must use in order to hold you fast in a prescribed place.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Over the decades, perhaps the wrong questions have been asked about the Great Migration. Perhaps it is not a question of whether the migrants brought good or ill to the cities they fled to or were pushed or pulled to their destinations, but a question of how they summoned the courage to leave in the first place or how they found the will to press beyond the forces against them and the faith in a country that had rejected them for so long. By their actions, they did not cream the American Dream, they willed it into being by a definition of their own choosing. They did not ask to be accepted but declared themselves the Americans that perhaps few others recognized but that they had always been deep within their hearts.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Jim Crow had a way of turning everyone against one another, not just white against black or landed against lowly, but poor against poorer and black against black for an extra scrap of privilege.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“That’s why I preach today, Do not do spite,” he said. “Spite does not pay. It goes around and misses the object that you aim and comes back and zaps you. And you’re the one who pays for it.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“The revolution had come too late for him. He was in his midforties when the Civil Rights Act was signed and close to fifty when its effects were truly felt.

He did not begrudge the younger generation their opportunities. He only wished that more of them, his own children, in particular, recognized their good fortune, the price that had been paid for it, and made the most of it. He was proud to have lived to see the change take place.

He wasn't judging anyone and accepted the fact that history had come too late for him to make much use of all the things that were now opening up. But he couldn't understand why some of the young people couldn't see it. Maybe you had to live through the worst of times to recognize the best of times when they came to you. Maybe that was just the way it was with people.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Many of the people who left the South never exactly sat their children down to tell them these things, tell them what happened and why they left and how they and all this blood kin came to be in this northern city or western suburb or why they speak like melted butter and their children speak like footsteps on pavement, prim and proper or clipped and fast, like the New World itself. Some spoke of specific and certain evils. Some lived in tight-lipped and cheerful denial. Others simply had no desire to relive what they had already left. The facts of their lives unfurled over the generations like an over-wrapped present, a secret told in syllables. Sometimes the migrants dropped puzzle pieces from the past while folding the laundry or stirring the corn bread, and the children would listen between cereal commercials and not truly understand until they grew up and had children and troubles of their own. And the ones who had half-listened would scold and kick themselves that they had not paid better attention when they had the chance.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“...they speak like melted butter and their children speak like footsteps on pavement...”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“What few people seemed to realize or perhaps dared admit was that the thick walls of the caste system kept everyone in prison. The rules that defined a group’s supremacy were so tightly wound as to put pressure on everyone trying to stay within the narrow confines of acceptability. It meant being a certain kind of Protestant, holding a particular occupation, having a respectable level of wealth or the appearance of it, and drawing the patronizingly appropriate lines between oneself and those of lower rank of either race in that world.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“How could it be that people were fighting to the death over something that was, in the end, so very ordinary?”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“The people did not cross the turnstiles of customs at Ellis Island. They were already citizens. But where they came from, they were not treated as such.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“The story describes an incident during the trial of a black schoolteacher accused of disposing of a mule on which there was a mortgage. A defense witness, who was colored but looked white, took the stand and was being sworn in when the judge told the sheriff the man had been given the wrong Bible.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“I wasn’t invited to shake hands with Hitler,” he wrote in his autobiography. “But I wasn’t invited to the White House to shake hands with the President either. I came back to my native country, and I could not ride in the front of the bus. I had to go to the back door. I couldn’t live where I wanted. Now, what’s the difference?” It”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Now, we ain't got nothing to do with God's business," she says, sitting back in her seat. She adjusts herself and straightens her scarf, contenting herself with whatever the day has in store.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“And as they had been riding for as many as twenty-four hours and were nervous about missing their stop, some got off prematurely, and, it is said, that is how Newark gained a good portion of its black population, those arriving in Newark by accident and deciding to stay.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“for far longer: Blacks were enslaved in this country for 244 years, from 1619 to 1863. As of 2010, they have been free for 147 years.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Maybe you had to live through the worst of times to recognize the best of times when they came to you.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Contrary to modern-day assumptions, for much of the history of the United States—from the Draft Riots of the 1860s to the violence over desegregation a century later—riots were often carried out by disaffected whites against groups perceived as threats to their survival.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“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.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“There appeared to be an overarching phenomenon that sociologists call a “migrant advantage.” It is some internal resolve that perhaps exists in any immigrant compelled to leave one place for another. It made them “especially goal oriented, leading them to persist in their work and not be easily discouraged,”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Sometimes,” he said, “you have to stoop to conquer.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“This would suggest that the people of the Great Migration who ultimately made lives for themselves in the North and West were among the most determined of those in the South, among the most resilient of those who left, and among the most resourceful of blacks in the North, not unlike immigrant groups from other parts of the world who made a way for themselves in the big cities of the North and West.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Ida Mae Gladney, Robert Foster, and George Starling each left different parts of the South during different decades for different reasons and with different outcomes. The three of them would find some measure of happiness, not because their children had been perfect, their own lives without heartache, or because the North had been particularly welcoming. In fact, not a single one of those things had turned out to be true. There had been sickness, disappointment, premature and unexpected losses, and, among their children, more divorces than enduring marriages, but at least the children had tried. The three who had come out of the South were left widowed but solvent, and each found some measure of satisfaction because whatever had happened to them, however things had unfolded, it had been of their own choosing, and they could take comfort in that. They believed with all that was in them that they were better off for having made the Migration, that they may have made many mistakes in their lives, but leaving the South had not been one of them.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“They lived in big cities too distracted to care what the colored people did as long as they did it to themselves, and that was the greatest blessing of all.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“I don’t see one white person in this block selling drugs. They got the nerve to be mad at the blue-eyed devil. You don’t have to take those drugs and sell ’em. Nobody’s making you sell drugs. We’re the ones that’s killing ourselves. They won’t learn in this century and maybe not in the next one.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“From the railcar window, the land looked to be indistinguishable, one state from another, just one big flat plain, and there was nothing in nature that one could see that said colored people should be treated one way on one side of the river and a different way on the other.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“They fly from the land: W. H. Stillwell, “Exode,” Chicago Inter-Ocean, March 12, 1881. The stanza reads: “They fly from the land that bore them, as the Hebrews fled the Nile; from the heavy burthens [sic] o’er them; from unpaid tasks before them; from a serfdom base and vile.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration