I was leaving the South

To fling myself into the unknown...

I was taking a part of the South

To transplant on alien soil

To see if it could grow differently

If it could drink of new and cool rains

Bend in strange winds

Respond to the warmth of other suns

And, perhaps, to bloom.

--Richard Wright

This sculpture asks the question; can migration be a radical act? Particularly when justice is not available in the place left behind. I ask this question with a focused interest in the experience of my family in The Great Migration, labor rights, and current immigration politics.