I love books about the Bible, but what about the other great literary sources of our history?
For many, history is the story of a nation, a people, or a place.
For others, history can be more abstract and general: history is about the past.
I find myself intrigued by the possibility that history is a collection of stories and poems and ephemera.
Can history really be a collection?
I think so.
History is not just about people, places, or things, but the stories we tell about them.
History isn’t a single event; it’s a collection.
I think this makes sense.
As long as we keep telling stories, we can’t stop telling them.
But what stories we can stop telling are the ones that are about us, our own people.
I want to know about your favorite historical source.
Can you give me a little more detail about that source?
If I can remember the name of it, I can add to it and expand on it.
How about a favorite book about America?
Or about history in general?
A lot of people are interested in this topic, but I’m particularly interested in books about American history.
Because they’re written by people who grew up in a certain era and lived there.
In fact, my own grandfather grew up and lived in Chicago.
So when I’m reading books about America, I feel like I’m in Chicago and reading a book about a particular era.
I feel connected to the place and I can relate to the people in the story.
What’s your favorite book on the Civil War?
And how about a Civil War favorite?
Or a Civil Rights book?
Or something that’s related to the Civil Rights Movement?
If we’re going to talk about the Civil Wars, the Civil war books are the best.
It’s really important to be able to identify a book that you can really relate to.
How do you choose a favorite?
You can do it by reading the titles of those books.
The Civil War is a book by Charles Beard.
It was the first book about the war.
And it’s got great imagery.
And its story is interesting.
And I’ve read books by George C. Scott and John Ford.
But the Civil rights movement is the most important book about it.
And that book is The Fight for Civil Rights.
If I could only choose one book about that, that would be The Color of Change.
I would love to read it.
What does it say about you?
I grew up with it.
It made me feel like a citizen, a human being.
I don’t know if it’s true.
I just know that it made me think about my own country.
It gave me a sense of identity.
How can you get into the Civil Riots?
You have to be an expert in some way.
You have a certain level of education and experience to know how to go into the South.
And if you can read and understand the language of the South, you can probably learn a lot.
I read about the civil rights movement and I thought, How can I get into that?
And then I got involved.
I went to church and I learned to speak Spanish.
I learned how to organize.
I was a community organizer, and I helped get people in power.
And the best part was that it took me out of my hometown and into the Southern states.
I could go to work and go to the movies and see all the great things that had happened in my hometown.
I had a better understanding of what it was like to live in the South and see it for myself.
How did the Civil Right movement come about?
It’s a story that I’ve been told my whole life.
It started with a black preacher named George Brown.
I grew it up, because I was born in a small town in Ohio, in the early 1960s.
And he preached a sermon in my elementary school, which was about a white man.
And when he got to that point, he got so angry that he called the police, he threw the police into the crowd, he shot at the police.
And then he walked away.
I saw this man, a young white man, and he said, Why don’t we kill him?
And he said that this young white guy was going to hurt my family, and the police and everybody else.
So I was watching George Brown’s sermon and I heard about it, and then I thought about the black preacher.
And my mother had read George Brown and heard about him.
She started talking about it to me, and she was a black woman, and a very religious woman.
She said, My daughter was in the class when George Brown preached that sermon.
And she said, When did he go out and kill my black father?
And I said, I don,t know.
I’ve heard it.
But she said I don-t know either.
And, I was just sitting there thinking, My son is going to get