Summary of Dawn Turner Trice's Three Girls from Bronzeville

By IRB Media

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.

#1 I often think about my sister and best friend when I am experiencing something that would allow me to tug on a line that begins Remember when… and draws a seemingly ever-present past nearer.

#2 I grew up in Chicago’s historic Bronzeville community, which was the center of the city’s Great Migration. My family and neighbors have been working to secure opportunities for generations, but those dreams will soon be dashed.

#3 When we were growing up, we had always been able to move around our world of low-slung public housing and gated high-rise developments freely. But right around adolescence, we had to start making a choice. If we chose right, a promising future lay ahead. If we chose wrong, the path was unforgiving.

#4 I will think of the ledge and that jump years later when I am separated by more than miles from Kim. In my dreams, I will see Kim standing at that intersection, waving goodbye.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Apr 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669385813

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Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I often think about my sister and best friend when I am experiencing something that would allow me to tug on a line that begins Remember when… and draws a seemingly ever-present past nearer.

#2

I grew up in Chicago’s historic Bronzeville community, which was the center of the city’s Great Migration. My family and neighbors have been working to secure opportunities for generations, but those dreams will soon be dashed.

#3

When we were growing up, we had always been able to move around our world of low-slung public housing and gated high-rise developments freely. But right around adolescence, we had to start making a choice. If we chose right, a promising future lay ahead. If we chose wrong, the path was unforgiving.

#4

I will think of the ledge and that jump years later when I am separated by more than miles from Kim. In my dreams, I will see Kim standing at that intersection, waving goodbye.

#5

I have memories of myself as a toddler hiding under the dining room table with my mother, grandmother, and aunt. I felt safe near them. The men existed as clouds of cigarette smoke and spicy cologne, but the women were flesh and blood.

#6

My great-grandmother, Granny, was a maid at a fine-glass company in Chicago’s Merchandise Mart. She had massive bunions that made her feet wide and boxy. She was self-conscious about them, but she loved to tell stories about the Jim Crow South.

#7

My mother had fallen in love with my father, who had a charming and guileful nature. She had been married to him for four years, but she decided to leave him because she’d seen his dreams outdistance him because he’d been born in the wrong skin at the wrong time.

#8

When her blood test came back positive, Mom was pregnant. She was six months pregnant when the family gathered to watch footage of protesters burning down their already beleaguered neighborhoods.

#9

By early June, when Robert Kennedy was assassinated, my mother was eight months pregnant and living in a motel. She had refused to consider baby names, but the one thing she couldn’t deny the child was conversation: Little boy, I don’t care how much you kick, she would say, rubbing her abdomen.