ABSTRACT
AFTER three years I left the UN. It was not that I didn’t like my work but simply that I couldn’t make enough money at it; the Pittsburgh Courier, like most Negro papers, had never paid well. So when Setsuko Nichi, a nisei woman who had been on my staff at the community center in Chicago years ago and was now director of research for a division of the National Council of Churches, offered me a far better paying job as her assistant I took it.
