I do not review many non-fiction books. That doesn't mean I don't read them! Research is important to any sort of writer, be it a journalist or a historical romance writer or a fantasy novelist.
But this one I read to educate myself. How could something like this have happened, and I never heard of it until I was in my 60's?
I was born in 1952, and my parents brought me home to a house they rented in Berkeley, California. It was on Alston Way, near the railroad tracks, and it was not an upscale neighborhood. Before I was 5 years old, I witnessed bloody racial violence, white on black and black on white, just outside the fence of our front yard. In the morning before my dad went to work, he would put a fresh layer of paint on the top rail of our fence to discourage teenagers from congregating there and sitting on it. All through my life, there have been civil rights marches, riots, church burnings and assassinations. I should be shock proof.
But this collection of first person accounts of the events in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1921 horrified me. I won't call it a riot. It was much closer to a pogrom. A riot does not include your neighbors flying over in small aircraft to fire bomb your neighborhood. It doesn't include a machine gun mounted on a hillside over your neighborhood.
As with most primary sources, the voices in these multiple tellings are diverse, but the experiences are very similar. They use the language and idiom of the time. The style may not be elegant, but it is so very authentic.
I recommend that you pair this book with the June 19, 2021 issue of Science News, for the article on the archaeological excavations that are seeking to uncover the mass graves of the fallen.
One aspect that truly touched me is that in many of the accounts, the speaker gives credit to individuals and organizations, both black and white, that stepped in to help survivors and victims. Many accounts strike a note of hope, and pride in the resilience of a battered and shattered community.
Tough reading but recommended.