History is not simply written by the victors. It is buried by them. Picture Greenwood Avenue in nineteen twenty-one. The air, once thick with the scent of prosperity from bustling theaters and clinics, suddenly chokes with acrid smoke. Private planes, symbols of progress, become instruments of terror, dropping turpentine bombs onto the rooftops of the neighborhood known as Black Wall Street. T...
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