I never learned about this in primary school, high school, college or university.
Somehow I must have missed the commemorative stories in the media, the laying of wreaths and the flowery, pious speeches of sorrow and shame.
Where are the memories, the diaries, the dedications, movies and documentaries? How is it that in this country I alone have remained ignorant?
Is it too late to weep and mourn — to write eulogies and beg forgiveness?
No, it is never too late to become aware, pray and weep. Although I never knew, I know it now.
I will share what I have learned.
So, we light a candle and pass it forward. Like most beginnings, it is not enough, but maybe it will grow.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Greenwood is a neighborhood in Tulsa, Oklahoma. As one of the most prominent concentrations of African-American businesses in the United States during the early 20th century, it was popularly known as America’s “Black Wall Street” until the Tulsa race riot of 1921, in which white residents massacred hundreds of black residents and razed the neighborhood within hours.
The riot was one of the most devastating massacres in the history of U.S. race relations, destroying the once thriving Greenwood community.
Within five years after the massacre, surviving residents who chose to remain in Tulsa rebuilt much of the district. They accomplished this despite the opposition of many white Tulsa political and business leaders and punitive rezoning laws enacted to prevent reconstruction.
It resumed being a vital black community until segregation was overturned by the Federal Government during the 1950s and 1960s. Desegregation encouraged blacks to live and shop elsewhere in the city, causing Greenwood to lose much of its original vitality. Since then, city leaders have attempted to encourage other economic development activity nearby.