Black Wall Street: The True Story
I’ve always believed that black folks need to do for self. We need to have our own schools, businesses and black banking system independent of whites. We really don’t need white folks, we can survive on our own.
When I learned of Black Wall Street, I wept openly. I cried for my people who had defied all odds and succeeded. I cried for that baby who was separated from his parents never to be found in the fire. I cried for the ransacked homes and the mass killings on the streets of Greenwood. I cried for the women who watched their men be lynched and burned. I cried for the little boys who watched their mothers get raped while the white racists laughed and taunted him. And I bawled because once…in this lifetime, blacks were millionaires. Respectable, wealthy Africans who owned businesses…
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