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As the distance of migration increases,” wrote the migration scholar Everett Lee, “the migrants become an increasingly superior group.
Isabel Wilkerson (The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration)
The general laws of migration hold that the greater the obstacles and the farther the distance traveled, the more ambitious the migrants. “It is the higher status segments of a population which are most residentially mobile,” the sociologists Karl and Alma Taeuber wrote in a 1965 analysis of census data on the migrants, published the same year as the Moynihan Report. “As the distance of migration increases,” wrote the migration scholar Everett Lee, “the migrants become an increasingly superior group.” Any migration takes some measure of energy, planning, and forethought. It requires not only the desire for something better but the willingness to act on that desire to achieve it. Thus the people who undertake such a journey are more likely to be either among the better educated of their homes of origin or those most motivated to make it in the New World, researchers have found. “Migrants who overcome a considerable set of intervening obstacles do so for compelling reasons, and such migrations are not taken lightly,” Lee wrote. “Intervening obstacles serve to weed out some of the weak or the incapable.” The
Isabel Wilkerson (The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration)
The general laws of migration hold that the greater the obstacles and the farther the distance traveled, the more ambitious the migrants. “It is the higher status segments of a population which are most residentially mobile,” the sociologists Karl and Alma Taeuber wrote in a 1965 analysis of census data on the migrants, published the same year as the Moynihan Report. “As the distance of migration increases,” wrote the migration scholar Everett Lee, “the migrants become an increasingly superior group.
Isabel Wilkerson (The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration)
In 1965, Daniel Patrick Moynihan, then an official in the U.S. Department of Labor, called the inner cities after the arrival of the southern migrants “a tangle of pathology.” He argued that what had attracted southerners like Ida Mae, George, and Robert was welfare: “the differential in payments between jurisdictions has to encourage some migration toward urban centers in the North,” he wrote, adding his own italics. Their reputation had preceded them. It had not been good. Neither was it accurate. The general laws of migration hold that the greater the obstacles and the farther the distance traveled, the more ambitious the migrants. “It is the higher status segments of a population which are most residentially mobile,” the sociologists Karl and Alma Taeuber wrote in a 1965 analysis of census data on the migrants, published the same year as the Moynihan Report. “As the distance of migration increases,” wrote the migration scholar Everett Lee, “the migrants become an increasingly superior group.” Any migration takes some measure of energy, planning, and forethought. It requires not only the desire for something better but the willingness to act on that desire to achieve it. Thus the people who undertake such a journey are more likely to be either among the better educated of their homes of origin or those most motivated to make it in the New World, researchers have found. “Migrants who overcome a considerable set of intervening obstacles do so for compelling reasons, and such migrations are not taken lightly,” Lee wrote. “Intervening obstacles serve to weed out some of the weak or the incapable.” The South had erected some of the highest barriers to migration of any people seeking to leave one place for another in this country. By the time the migrants made it out, they were likely willing to do whatever it took to make it, so as not to have to return south and admit defeat. It would be decades before census data could be further analyzed and bear out these observations. One myth they had to overcome was that they were bedraggled hayseeds just off the plantation. Census figures paint a different picture. By the 1930s, nearly two out of every three colored migrants to the big cities of the North and West were coming from towns or cities in the South, as did George Starling and Robert Foster, rather than straight from the field. “The move to northern cities was dominated by urban southerners,” wrote the scholar J. Trent Alexander. Thus the latter wave of migrants brought a higher level of sophistication than was assumed at the time. “Most Negro migrants to northern metropolitan areas have had considerable previous experience with urban living,” the Taeuber study observed. Overall, southern migrants represented the most educated segment of the southern black population they left, the sociologist Stewart Tolnay wrote in 1998. In 1940 and 1950, colored people who left the South “averaged nearly two more years of completed schooling than those who remained in the South.” That middle wave of migrants found themselves, on average, more than two years behind the blacks they encountered
Isabel Wilkerson (The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration)
Within the realist approaches, I believe there is a case to be made that Everett’s hypothesis is the least progressive—although there are arguments on both sides. An enormous effort has gone into developing Everett quantum mechanics, much of it technical and extremely clever, but most of that work has gone to addressing problems that arise only in the Many Worlds Interpretation, but do not trouble the other approaches. I might suggest that the Everett program is, of the realist approaches, the least open to the possibility that future discoveries will lead us to modify the principles and the mathematical formalism of quantum mechanics.
Lee Smolin (Einstein's Unfinished Revolution: The Search for What Lies Beyond the Quantum)
Baelfire snorts, catching my attention. “So. Growing up with humans, did you have shit like this happen at dinner? Neurotic fae, vanishing psychopaths, PMSing popsicles?” “Shut up, dragon,” Everett grumbles. “You forgot the egotistical golden retriever.
Morgan B. Lee (Blood Oath (Cursed Legacies, #1))
Here's my theory," Everett interrupts, rubbing frost off his fingertips. "I think Maven might be a saint." I burst into laughter. "Yeah, you've obviously never been with our Angel of Death in bed because, let me tell you, there is nothing saintly about the way she takes control. Gods, she is so fucking hot when she gets all dominant.
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
You're too damn hot!" Everett snaps back at something Baelfire said. "Weird time to hit on me, Snowflake, but tell me something I don't know.
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Hold up. Is your jizz cold? Like a sperm Icee?" That does the trick. Everett does a spit take, choking like he's about to die. Silas stares at me, appalled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "I'm just saying, if it is...ice cream is Maven's favorite. She has a thing for frozen treats, meaning he might have an unfair advantage there. So if he's firing little Frosties⁠—
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Who are you calling?" Everett asks. "The demon I mentioned. Hopefully, he'll answer this time. If not, I'll still call Kenzie and let her know we're leaving. She threatened to tell me explicit details of her past sex life if she doesn’t get regular updates to let her know I'm still alive.
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Damned newlybounds," Everett grumbles somewhere nearby. "Get a room." "They're in a room, dickwad," Bael points out.
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Are you sure⁠—" "Everett. I've sucked your dick. That means we're past second base.
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Blood blossom, Silas reaches out telepathically, just to me so Everett won’t hear. Tell me you’re still breathing. Now, please. So bossy. I thought your paranoia was gone, I tease. I will never feel sane in your absence, not to mention your very existence drives me mad with need. Where are you now?
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
As if you mind biting,” Maven teases. Everett blushes profusely as I raise my brows. “Hold the fucking phone—is Snowflake kinky?
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Felix, this is my quintet,” Maven says breezily, motioning to each of us. “Silas, Baelfire, Everett, and Crypt. Guys, this is Felix.” His eyes widen slightly like he doesn’t want to show too much emotion. “These are your gods-selected matches? My gods, these poor men.
Morgan B. Lee (Twisted Soul (Cursed Legacies, #3))
Everett has given up any resistance, and now he's trying to fucking devour me. He tastes like the same subtle, cool mint scent that wraps around him, and I can't get enough of it.
Morgan B. Lee (Shadow Heart (Cursed Legacies, #2))