What if Robert E. Lee Elementary School was named after Tulsa’s distinguished American historian, John Hope Franklin? It is not a far-fetched idea if you think about it. It is a thought that reinforces this need for reconciliation.
Gathering Place today announced that Cancer Treatment Centers of America (CTCA) pledged a $3 million donation to support the Willow Beach area on the west side of Peggy’s Pond.
Greenwood ― the most preeminent black community in the United States at the time ― was home to 10,000 residents and contained scores of black-owned businesses, hotels, restaurants, law offices, doctors offices, movie theaters, and more. Following an incident between a young black man and a young white woman in a downtown elevator, many of the nearly 3,200 Klan members in Tulsa and countless more white vigilantes armed themselves with firearms and marched north to Greenwood.
Bishop Carlton Pearson releases powerful video on the 97th Anniversary of the Tulsa Massacre and calls out the church to become the “people of the way.”
Long before her racist tweet about former Obama advisor and friend Valerie Jarrett, Roseanne had revealed herself as someone willing to say hateful—and yes, crazy—things in a public forum. She has been showing us who she is for decades and it’s hard to understand how or why we would elevate her to a
“If a principal or a teacher finds out that a certain child is undocumented, or his or her family members are undocumented, do you feel that the principal or teacher is responsible to call ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and to have that family reported?”
Her response? “Sir, I think that’s a school decision. That’s a local community decision. And again, I refer to the fact that we have laws and we also are compassionate.”
Last week I had the privilege of sitting down with a board member who voted in favor of keeping the name out of respect for the individuals who live in the Lee District. It was one of the best conversations I have ever had in my life. We approached one another as human beings. I sat at a table across from an American who looked different from me and allowed myself to become vulnerable with the hope of reaching the heart.
