A moving story.
I think of some things in my family’s past - particularly a small midwestern town six of us siblings spent the WWII years mostly with our mom while our dad was assigned and reassigned hither and yon by the Air Force. We have so many fond memories from there and have often wondered if only our family could have remained there, instead of all of us moving four more times before finally settling in California, but with only 2 years before my oldest brother graduated high school, which would be followed every one or two years, for 14 years, as all eight of my parents children would “grow up” and leave home, with many of us off to different parts of the country.
Then I am reminded of the story of Lot, and particularly Lot’s wife. Her story is more than what it seems directly - the decadence of Sodom. Her story is her refusal to accept a change that just had to be(she could not help “looking back”, even knowing G-d commanded her not to). That is the meaning of her being turned into a pillar of salt - salt does not change, it is always salt.
I have a sister who when growing up I imagined was the least one of us that would accept being uprooted and moved around as an adult. Ha. She moved away shortly after she married, and her husband would move his family four more times before their kids were grown, and moved my sister and him again after he retired. That last move was the hardest on my sister, as that was moving from where they had spent the most time, their kids finished school & married local guys, and they had lots of church, family and friend connections. But they moved anyway, and she has made new friends and become part of new (to her) congregation and now feels very much at home where she is.
Change is hard, sometimes very hard, very hard to accept - no matter the cause or reason, right or wrong.
But life is about moving forward more than looking back.
You are of course right, and my life has not been a misery ever since. But I did want to bring out that racial segregation/integration has hurt whites as well as blacks, and usually the ones less able to afford to make things all better for a long time after they are forced to move by racial unrest, relocation or animus. The elites plan these great schemes; the lower and middle classes pay the price.