Lori Castillo (.
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I traveled from San Antonio, Texas to Tulsa to spend some time with my sister, who now lives there. Black Wall Street was the number one place we all wanted to visit. I knew about the history and the horror of what happened, but I was not prepared for how deeply Greenwood Rising would move me. From the moment I walked in, I could feel the weight of what happened here—the injustice, the cruelty, the loss.
As I walked its halls, the air felt thick with sorrow, pride, and strength. I found myself heartbroken, and proud all at once. The injustice laid bare here is impossible to ignore. Tears came easily. Anger did too. But what stayed with me most wasn’t the pain. The greater story behind the museum is love—unyielding, radiant love—from those who survived and those who now speak their truth with grace.
The love in the faces of those who lived through the horror, the love in the voices of the people who tell their stories today. Their strength, their grace, their resilience… it’s breathtaking.
Walking through Greenwood Rising felt like standing inside a living prayer. The beauty of Greenwood isn’t in what was destroyed, but in what endures—the human spirit, luminous and unbroken.This is not just a museum - it's a heartbeat made visible. It’s not just history—it’s spirit. It’s survival. It’s proof that love can rise even from ashes. Every exhibit feels like a whisper from the past saying, “We are still here.”
If you are ever in Tulsa, Oklahoma, do yourself a favor and take the time to tour Black Wall Street. Bring your heart with you. You’ll leave with it changed.