DIASPORA

I've Seen Gentrification Break the Promises of the Great Migration

I've Seen Gentrification Break the Promises of the Great Migration

I was rooted in when, and when was the promise of arrival at the place where I might finally be free. Free of what, I was never sure. It was a destination, regardless. Maybe free was the place or thing my great-grandparents sought when they came here. In the 100 years since the Great Migration started, what’s different for Black Americans, if anything at all?