Time and Place, Time and Chance Sebastian N. Page (bio) Editors’ Note: The following essay is the acceptance speech for the Tom Watson Brown Book Award, conferred on the best book published on the Civil War era in 2021. Tad Brown, president of the Watson-Brown Foundation, awarded the prize to Sebastian N. Page for Black Resettlement and the American Civil War, published by Cambridge University Press. Page delivered his speech during the Southern Historical Association’s annual meeting on November 11, 2022, in Baltimore, Maryland. The Society of Civil War Historians judges and administers the book prize. I’d like to thank the Society of Civil War Historians, the Watson-Brown Foundation, and the prize jury for this huge honor. I’d also like to thank, by name, Tad Brown, Joan Waugh, Lesley Gordon, Andy Lang, Dave Thomson, and Jim Marten. This is a night of firsts. It’s my first time in the United States . . . since 2019, for the same reason it’s the first “analog” meeting of the Southern in three years. It’s also my first appearance at any conference other than BrANCH, the Association of British American Nineteenth Century Historians. For the prize, it’s the first time it has gone to an Englishman. There are two exceptionally generous awards in US history: this one and the Gilder Lehrman Lincoln Prize. Each has been won by a Briton just once—the Lincoln Prize by Richard Carwardine in 2004. While I’m gratified to note that Richard and I are both graduates of the University of Oxford, I’m delighted to say that we’re also graduates of Corpus Christi, the smallest—and evidently the best!—of Oxford’s historical colleges. Being associated with Richard’s name brings me such pleasure that I’ve just made sure to plant that association in your mind. I’m also the first winner of the Tom Watson Brown Book Award to declare themself a failed academic. But I’ve always suspected I’m a decent historian, which this evening’s events may confirm. Still, I tried and tried [End Page 147] again for an academic position and failed—ergo, “failed academic.”1 Others may spurn the f-word and identify as academics off the tenure track or even outside higher education—and that, too, is valid. Although I wouldn’t claim to represent those who didn’t make it, I will observe that my sort is underrepresented at conferences compared with tenured professors and graduate students who haven’t failed to make it . . . yet. So I’d like to thank every advisor honest enough, with themselves as much as anyone, to alert their students to the state of the market and at least speak respectfully of mainstream careers. And I’d like to highlight my own situation, which comes under the much-overlooked category of “employment allowing for study,” rather than “employment incorporating study skills.” I’m a weekend receptionist at Hertford College, another constituent college of the University of Oxford. From Monday to Friday, I do my own research, and from Saturday to Sunday, I do my own research, those being quiet days at the front desk. I’m lucky: I’m all about the research and get by with part-time employment because my needs are modest. From tonight, they’re even more so. Thanks to the Watson-Brown Foundation, I’m receiving a check for more than twice my gross annual salary. The charity is about to endow the independence of this researcher for life—and for that, I am, by definition, eternally grateful. And what’s my research like? Well, it’s thorough. I despair of summarizing a work that encompasses thirty countries and stretches from the 1770s to the 1890s. Don’t let the title fool you: it’s Black Resettlement and the American Civil War, not in or during, because any survey of the nineteenth century’s many schemes to separate black Americans from white must climax in the 1860s, a claim that might dismay some scholars. I didn’t set out to write this book, and I suspect several historians would rather I hadn’t written it, too. My intended PhD project...