I will repeat what I posted on Brosephus’ site just to add Billie Holiday’s painful lyrics here. Tulsa, Wilmington (NC), and other cities saw brutal racism to eradicate successful Blacks. Their success posed a threat to a racist narrative espoused by White extremists and even many mainstream Whites.
One hundred years ago in Tulsa, financially successful Blacks were eradicated and robbed by zealous Whites armed with a false story. In Wilmington, the Blacks were duly elected and Whites staged a coup to remove them.
But, then there is what happened on a daily basis in the Jim Crow south captured by Billie Holiday’s “Strange Fruit” written by Alan Lewis.
“Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop”