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“Every day, I have lived through the massacre. While our country may forget this history, I cannot." — Viola Ford Fletcher
Viola Ford Fletcher's memoir "DON'T LET THEM BURY MY STORY" vividly captures the lasting impact of the Tulsa Massacre on her life. As the oldest survivor & last living witness of the tragic events that unfolded in 1921, she shares her testimony with poignant clarity.
From the terror of her childhood as a seven-year-old fleeing the burning streets of Greenwood to her current role as a 107-year-old family matriarch seeking justice for the affected families, Mother Fletcher takes us on a journey through a lifetime of pain & perseverance. Her story is a powerful reminder that some wounds never fully heal, & we must never forget the lessons of our history.
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“Fletcher, known affectionately by her community & family as “Mother Fletcher,” might have only been 7 years old the night the attack on Greenwood began, but so devastating were the horrors that prevailed over those 18 hours that the memories remain.
Awakened by her parents in the middle of the night with an urgency that allowed for nothing more than obedience, Fletcher grabbed her then 2-year-old brother and followed her parents & siblings as they fled the attack.” — Katherine Gilyard, The 19th
Viola Ford Fletcher's memoir "DON'T LET THEM BURY MY STORY" vividly captures the lasting impact of the Tulsa Massacre on her life. As the oldest survivor & last living witness of the tragic events that unfolded in 1921, she shares her testimony with poignant clarity.
From the terror of her childhood as a seven-year-old fleeing the burning streets of Greenwood to her current role as a 107-year-old family matriarch seeking justice for the affected families, Mother Fletcher takes us on a journey through a lifetime of pain & perseverance. Her story is a powerful reminder that some wounds never fully heal, & we must never forget the lessons of our history.
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“Fletcher, known affectionately by her community & family as “Mother Fletcher,” might have only been 7 years old the night the attack on Greenwood began, but so devastating were the horrors that prevailed over those 18 hours that the memories remain.
Awakened by her parents in the middle of the night with an urgency that allowed for nothing more than obedience, Fletcher grabbed her then 2-year-old brother and followed her parents & siblings as they fled the attack.” — Katherine Gilyard, The 19th