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“Conviction” reshaped my view of Thurgood Marshall, revealing his early NAACP work and the deep injustices he fought. W.D. Lyons‘ story is heartbreaking—a stark reminder of systemic racism. This book shook me, challenged my idealism, and reminded me why staying awake to injustice, no matter how painful, is essential. It‘s powerful, urgent, and unforgettable.
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Granted the biography‘s are kinda short, but this book is important one for children to know what went on back then!

Reading a true story that took place near my former home while listening to the rain outside.

This was rage-inducing, especially as it feels like we are going backwards in terms of “justice for all”. Thurgood Marshall and the other lawyers and reporters who traveled into danger were amazingly brave.

This is absolute must-read nonfiction for anyone who wants to deeply experience what it was like to be a Black American in the Jim Crow South of the 1940s/50s. They say you have to hit rock bottom to turn a corner. This book describes a time in America when we hit it. #blackhistorymonth #pulitzer

It‘s #blackhistorymonth and this was one of my #roll100 books. No brainer to finally get to this Pulitzer Prize winner.

Reads like a thriller. Made me want to stay up past my bedtime.

A school teacher from Mims, Florida, Harry Tyson Moore.... and some of his NAACP associates organized the Progressive Voters League, which mounted an aggressive campaign to register blacks on the voting rally in Florida. By 1948, he had brought nearly seventy thousand new black Democratic voters in the system...

While this book was gripping and told an important story, there were many elements that were unsatisfying, not due to the writing but rather the facts. The legal outcome was not what I would have hoped, and the fact that a murderer remained in elected office and was never held to account for his crimes was frustrating but a reflection of reality.

Starting my February pile for Black History month. This one‘s dense and intense. Growing up in the Carolinas, my family never really considered Florida a part of the South. This book sadly shows it always was, at least in terms of injustice.