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Much of what the world knows about the Tulsa massacre, one of the most consequential events of state-sanctioned racial violence and displacement in America鈥檚 history, started with the work of one woman. Although Mary E. Jones Parrish鈥檚 name has made a resurgence in recent history, the impact of her book about the disaster still isn鈥檛 fully recognized 鈥� a situation one of her descendants is looking to change.

From May 31 to June 1, 1921, Tulsa鈥檚 thriving Greenwood district 鈥� dubbed 鈥淏lack Wall Street鈥� by Booker T. Washington 鈥� was decimated. One of the most affluent all-Black communities in the country at the time, Greenwood had an estimated 10,000 residents, many seeking refuge from the racial violence in other parts of the United States. Its 35 blocks boasted 121 Black-owned businesses and the nation鈥檚 largest Black-owned hotel.

Over less than 24 hours, hundreds of people were killed, more than 800 were injured, and over 1,200 homes and Black-owned businesses were burned and bombed to their foundations, leaving the community with damage amounting to over $27 million in 2021 dollars.

The events leading to the massacre began on May 30, 1921, when unfounded allegations that a 19-year-old Black boy, Dick Rowland, had assaulted a 17-year-old White girl, Sarah Page. The allegations energized White residents of Tulsa as rumors of and plans for his execution spread.

Many argue that the impetus of the massacre was not the allegations, but the way the Tulsa Tribune, a White newspaper, sensationalized the events, weaponizing the afternoon鈥檚 headline as more a call to action: 鈥淣ab Negro for Attacking Girl in Elevator.鈥�

A mob of White Tulsans, estimated to be in the thousands 鈥� at least 500 of whom were deputized by the police chief and given weapons 鈥� took to the streets of Greenwood.

In the days after the massacre, White media remained complicit in hiding its true nature, naming it a riot and obscuring details. The full number of people killed and true nature of the economic impact remain unknown, but what historians have been able to uncover is due to the work of Parrish, a journalist and typewriting instructor whose 1923 book, 鈥淓vents of the Tulsa Disaster,鈥� was the first book to be published accounting the massacre.

鈥淧arrish鈥檚 work became a vital primary source for other people鈥檚 writings,鈥� wrote in his recently released book, 鈥淏uilt From the Fire.鈥� 鈥淵et her life remained unknown, even as the facts that she had gathered 鈥� such as several firsthand accounts of airplanes being used to surveil or attack Greenwood 鈥� became foundational to the nation鈥檚 understanding of the massacre. She was, quite literally, relegated to the footnotes of history.鈥�

Parrish鈥檚 great-granddaughter Anneliese Bruner is following in her footsteps as a writer and editor but didn鈥檛 learn of her connection to Parrish 鈥� or the events of Tulsa 鈥� until she was in her 30s.

A routine visit to her father, William Bruner Jr., for the holidays was all Bruner had set out for. She arrived at her dad鈥檚 expecting the usually jovial and lighthearted man she鈥檇 grown up with but found him uncharacteristically serious as he waved her into his room and closed the door behind them.

He produced an envelope and out of it pulled a small, red, cloth-wrapped rectangular book that wore its age well and had the words, 鈥淓vents of the Tulsa Disaster by Mrs. Mary E. Jones Parrish鈥� embossed on the front in gold lettering.

鈥淭his is a book your (great) grandmother wrote,鈥� Bruner鈥檚 father said, revealing to her for the first time the depth of her ancestry, who her grandmother, Florence Mary was, and why the events of the Tulsa massacre were such an integral piece to her bloodline鈥檚 story. 鈥淚鈥檓 giving this to you. I want you to see what you can do with it.鈥�

When 鈥淓vents of the Tulsa Disaster鈥� was first published in 1923, it was done so privately by Parrish out of an abundance of caution. Today, few copies of the original work exist.

In 2021, Bruner answered her father鈥檚 call, promising to spread Parrish鈥檚 work, and worked with the Trinity University Press to secure wide release of the book, titling the new edition, 鈥溾��

鈥淚 want people to know this work,鈥� Bruner told The 19th. 鈥淎s well as the person who did this work. I want people to see her courage. Her motherliness. Her agency and certainty in herself. Her spirit. 鈥� I want them to see her humanity.鈥�

Just two paragraphs into the book, Parrish writes, 鈥淗ow recent seems the beginnings of this little book!鈥� For Bruner, aside from its stature, there was nothing small about the book. She pored through it in one sitting with what felt like a sense of urgency, learning of the horrors of those two days and those that followed, uniting with her great-grandmother all the while.

After the massacre, against the wishes and caution of her friends and loved ones, Parrish stayed in Tulsa to accept a job from the Inter-Racial Commission to report on the events. The commission, created not even a month after the massacre, was an amalgam of what Parrish describes as 鈥渇air-minded white鈥� and 鈥渘o less representative鈥� Black people with the common goal of creating a 鈥済reater and better Tulsa.鈥�

Parrish used this opportunity to take a microscope to the events, contextualizing race relations in Tulsa as she interviewed scores of eyewitnesses, cementing the accounts of survivors, salvaging photographs of the ruins and lives lost and even creating a list that would become the foundation of what is known of the economic loss.

Parrish begins her book with her own account. Her knowledge of the massacre began when her 9-year-old daughter, Florence, said, 鈥淢other, I see men with guns.鈥� After waiting for the sounds of the violence to diminish, Parrish wrote that she 鈥渂reathed a prayer to heavenly father for strength鈥� and escaped with Florence.

The book then details survivors鈥� accounts, including James T.A. West, a local high school teacher, who recalls being rounded up with other men.

鈥淭hey (the Home Guard) told me to line up in the street. 鈥� They refused to let one of the men put on any kind of shoes. After lining up some 30 or 40 of us men, they ran us through the streets to Convention Hall forcing us to keep our hands in the air all the while. While we were running some of the ruffians would shoot at our heels. They actually drove a car into the bunch and knocked down two or three men.鈥�

鈥淲hen we reached Convention Hall we were searched again. There people were herded in like cattle. The sick and wounded were dumped out in front of the building and remained without attention for hours,鈥� West said.

Parrish intersperses her own recollections as well. 鈥淚 can never erase the sights of my first visit to the hospital,鈥� Parrish wrote. 鈥淭here were men wounded in every conceivable way, like soldiers after a battle. Some with amputated limbs, burned faces, or bandaged heads. There were women who were nervous wrecks, and some confinement cases. Was I in a hospital in France? No, in Tulsa. One mother was so thoughtless as to burden her infant for life with the name of June Riot.鈥�

鈥淭here were to be seen people who formerly had owned beautiful homes and buildings and people who had always worked and made a comfortable honest living all standing in a row and waiting to be handed a change of clothing and feeling grateful to be able to get a sandwich and glass of water,鈥� Parrish wrote.

鈥淒reamland,鈥� as Greenwood was called for the exceptional economic and social potential it held for Black Americans, was no more. 鈥淪oon we reached the district which was so beautiful and prosperous looking when we left. This we found to be piled of bricks, ashes and twisted iron, representing years of toil and savings.鈥�

鈥淲e were horror-stricken but strangely we could not shed a tear.鈥� Parrish writes, 鈥淲e did not enter there through the section of town, but they brought us through the White section, all sitting flat down on the truck looking like immigrants, only that we had no bundles. Dear reader, can you imagine the humiliation of coming in like that, with many doors thrown open watching you pass, some with pity and others with a smile?鈥�

鈥淚t is my sincere hope and desire that this book will open the eyes of the thinking people of America.鈥�

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