Broken Down in Three
Mass Destruction of Black Wall Street (May 31 – June 1, 1921)
The Tulsa Race Massacre occurred in the Greenwood District of Tulsa, Oklahoma, a thriving Black community often called "Black Wall Street." A white mob attacked the district, burning homes and businesses, leaving over 1,000 buildings destroyed.
Widespread Violence and Loss of Life
Estimates suggest that between 100 and 300 Black residents were killed, while thousands were left homeless. Many survivors were detained in internment camps, and their properties were looted and burned.
Decades of Suppression and Lack of Justice
The massacre was largely covered up for decades, with no perpetrators held accountable. Survivors and their descendants were denied reparations, and only in recent years has there been widespread acknowledgment and efforts toward justice.
The Tulsa Race Massacre occurred in the Greenwood District of Tulsa, Oklahoma, a thriving Black community often called "Black Wall Street." A white mob attacked the district, burning homes and businesses, leaving over 1,000 buildings destroyed.
Widespread Violence and Loss of Life
Estimates suggest that between 100 and 300 Black residents were killed, while thousands were left homeless. Many survivors were detained in internment camps, and their properties were looted and burned.
Decades of Suppression and Lack of Justice
The massacre was largely covered up for decades, with no perpetrators held accountable. Survivors and their descendants were denied reparations, and only in recent years has there been widespread acknowledgment and efforts toward justice.
Instructions
Guided Notes
- Watch the Video - Blood on Black Wall Street: The Legacy of the Tulsa Race Massacre
- Read the Poem - Silenced Cries by James Coburn (below video, black box)
Guided Notes
- Write down 5 details that will help you learn and remember what happened with this event.
- These details would include Names of people, dates, places mentioned, quotes - things that would help you be able to have a conversation but I am not asking you to memorize them. Write them down so you can reference them.
- Poem - Select a line, or two, that stand out to you as meaningful.
- Why did you select these lines?
Silenced Cries
by James Coburn
I don’t remember the terror in Greenwood.
I wasn’t there. Never was it taught to me in history books.
1921 burning of the Black Wall Street in Tulsa by white mobs.
I know of racism. I saw the white nationalist march in Charlottesville.
White and black freedom fighters joined to counter them.
I once read a poem about slavery
On the grounds where a white mob fired down a hill
Outnumbering black men and women, a slaughter,
Whose lives and stories were silenced.
A rumor of a black man raping a white woman
Inflamed a weekend.
Festering fear.
Do you not hear the silenced cries?
Planes dropping burning balls of turpentine on rooftops.
Three hundred dead and more wounded.
Ten thousand blacks left homeless.
No one told me in school
Whose lives and stories were silenced.
Black innocents looked up;
Shooters aimed down.
Their story pursued higher ground.
So what do I know but clouds of smoke.
Skeletons of charred buildings of Greenwood
Once filled with restaurants, theaters, businesses thriving
Turning to ash, blackening the sky. Rising.
I read a poem about slavery on the battlefield
Where the Woody Guthrie Center stands.
Words and song dampen fear.
Memory is firm in the grass of Greenwood.
Survivors held stories in their heart
Where no mob may pass.
Even through years of lynching and segregation;
Even when white nationalism marches in Charlottesville,
Torches of dead flame
incite flies to hover on flesh.
Clans of darkness haunt despair
Until we stand united
And glory hallelujah is the call of the land.
What do I know but clouds of smoke
Once rose where memory presses green land.
I wasn’t there. Never was it taught to me in history books.
1921 burning of the Black Wall Street in Tulsa by white mobs.
I know of racism. I saw the white nationalist march in Charlottesville.
White and black freedom fighters joined to counter them.
I once read a poem about slavery
On the grounds where a white mob fired down a hill
Outnumbering black men and women, a slaughter,
Whose lives and stories were silenced.
A rumor of a black man raping a white woman
Inflamed a weekend.
Festering fear.
Do you not hear the silenced cries?
Planes dropping burning balls of turpentine on rooftops.
Three hundred dead and more wounded.
Ten thousand blacks left homeless.
No one told me in school
Whose lives and stories were silenced.
Black innocents looked up;
Shooters aimed down.
Their story pursued higher ground.
So what do I know but clouds of smoke.
Skeletons of charred buildings of Greenwood
Once filled with restaurants, theaters, businesses thriving
Turning to ash, blackening the sky. Rising.
I read a poem about slavery on the battlefield
Where the Woody Guthrie Center stands.
Words and song dampen fear.
Memory is firm in the grass of Greenwood.
Survivors held stories in their heart
Where no mob may pass.
Even through years of lynching and segregation;
Even when white nationalism marches in Charlottesville,
Torches of dead flame
incite flies to hover on flesh.
Clans of darkness haunt despair
Until we stand united
And glory hallelujah is the call of the land.
What do I know but clouds of smoke
Once rose where memory presses green land.