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If
We Must Die
If
we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious
spot,
While round us bark the mad and
hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be
shed
In vain; then even the monsters we
Defy
shall be constrained to honor us
though dead!
O kinsmen! We must meet the common
foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show
us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one
death-blow!
what though before us lies the open
grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous
cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting
Back!
- Claude McKay, 1919
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In the spring of 1921, a war broke out in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Hundreds
were killed and wounded on both sides. The conflict stemmed from
an armed standoff over the attempted lynching of a Black man who
was, after the battle, proven innocent of assaulting a white woman.
White mobs began to attack Blacks individually. Then the entire
Black community became the target. White marauders besieged the
Black area of North Tulsa, which was at that time, one of the most
prosperous Black communities in the United States. But the Black’s
unexpectedly high degree of paramilitary sophistication and bravery
stunned the white population of Tulsa, as it did whites throughout
the region. The Blacks’ swift and tactically well thought
out strategy, won a brief moral and military victory for the resistance
against the local police force, over 3,000 members of the Ku Klux
Klan, and other men of the white populous.
Eventually, the combined forces of the white power structure, including
the National Guard, overwhelmed the Black resistance fighters, led
by the African Blood Brotherhood and others. Hundreds of African
American men were rounded up, like cattle, and held illegally for
fighting for their families’ lives. Many of these men were
murdered by bludgeoning, by hanging, and by firing squads. The Black
community called “Little Africa”, by local white newspapers,
included the Black business district referred to as “Black
Wall Street”. It was all burned to the ground. The district
was called Black Wall Street because of the over 600 Black owned
businesses, including: banks and other financial institutions, oil,
insurance, and real estate companies, lawyers’ and doctors’
offices, libraries, hospitals, schools, theatres, restaurants, etc.,
that flourished in the district. After the resistance ended a massacre
ensued. Thousands of whites accompanied by the National Guard, looted
Black homes, and set them afire, as they moved on with a scorched
earth policy, to teach the Blacks a lesson. Black Wall Street and
that community were obliterated. More than 10,000 Black people were
left homeless. As the Black citizens of Tulsa fled, with literally
nothing but the clothes on their backs, they were bombed from the
air by a biplane. The plane dropped turpentine bombs, the forerunner
of napalm. Bodies were dumped in the Arkansas River and others were
burned at mass gravesites. This happened to a community that was,
at that time, one of the most prosperous Black community in the
United States. This fact helped fuel the mobs’ fury. Their
jealousy, envy, hatred and fear were at the root of their madness.
Most
of those who were there, in 1921, have passed on. But the State
of Oklahoma, pressed by the Oklahoma Legislative Black Caucus, agreed
to a reparation settlement for survivors of the ethnic cleansing
operation that took place. Based upon my own research and study,
I know this account to be true. But I also cherish the eyewitness
accounts I’ve heard, over the years, from my elders. You see,
my grandparents and their three sons were there. My grandfather
Harry Daniel, a former slave, who had been disarmed, and his wife
Ella, watched as members of the National Guard looted and then set
fire to their business; Daniel’s Sundries. Their home had
already been looted and burned by a mob. Their middle son Cecil
was my father. The men and boys, of North Tulsa, fought bravely.
They lost all but their families and their dignity. This part of
my family survived, lived to tell what really happened, and established
new roots in Kansas City, Missouri.
Editor's Note:
Lloyd Daniel, a former Missouri State Representative, is a writer,
educator, and advocate. He's author of the book, "Liberation Education."
He's a Founding member of the National Black United Front, a Silver
Life member of the NAACP, and 10-year member of the ACLU. His website
address is www.lloyddaniel.info He lives in Kansas City.
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