Reading from the book Black Wall Street and the Kingdom of the wicked.
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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have you ever heard of Black Wall Street? Have you ever thought about what Black Wall Street looked like? Well let's travel back to the past and see what life was like at the corner of Greenwood and Archer the hub of Black Wall Street In 1921. The Greenwood district was a beautiful and blooming neighborhood for black residents in Tulsa Oklahoma. In those days it was common for black and white people to live in separate areas because of jim Crow laws, Jim Crow laws define where black people could live, where they could eat, where they could work and with stores they could shop at. So why the name Black Wall Street? Well, Wall Street was a popular area known for financial institutions and successful business focused on making money. Black Wall Street was similar to Wall Street except for the fact that all the businesses we're black owned and were supported by black residents. This Tulsa neighborhood became known as Black Wall Street after a visit from Booker T Washington educator and founder of the ***** business league, There were over 300 black-owned successful businesses here and this impressed him. All of these businesses had been started and were run by black business owners called entrepreneurs out of respect for their hard work. Booker T Washington called the area Black whole Street, the Kingdom of the Wicked Chapter one. 10 years later, Dona Maria buzzed around the kitchen like she guzzled every drop of espresso in our restaurant. Her mood was downright frantic. My twin was late for dinner service and our grandmother saw it as a portent of doom, especially since victoria was out the night before. Holy Day. God is forbid the fact that the moon was not only fool, but also putrid shade of yellow, had known a muttering, the kind of warnings that normally, hey, my father bolt the doors thankfully. He and Uncle Nino or in the dining room with a frosty bottle of limoncello, point after dinner, drinks for our customers, no one left C and vine without sipping the dessert lick or and filling the utter satisfaction of bliss that followed a good meal, mock me all you like. But it's not safe. Demons are probably in the streets searching for souls to steal two chopped cloves of garlic for the scampi, her knife lying across the warrant cutting board. If she wasn't careful, she'd lose a finger. Your sister is foolish to be out. She stopped immediately, shifting her attention to the little horn shaped amulet around my neck.