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The Lost Generation: How Gen X Inherited the Collapse of Black Institutions

“We were sold the idea that the institutions that our great-grandparents built after enslavement, the institutitons that their blood, sweat, tears, and far too often their lives were sacrificed for no longer mattered. The institutions that protected our grandparents and parents no longer mattered. That we had no obligation, no duty to uphold them, strengthen them, defend them – and it may ultimately be our downfall.” – William A. Foster, IV

African America’s Generation X came of age in the shadow of promises made but never fulfilled. Born after the civil-rights movement and the legislative victories of the 1960s, they were told they were heirs to a new world of possibility. Yet for most, the landscape they entered was not one of expanding opportunity but of institutional decline. Gen X did not inherit the wealth of their White peers, nor did they inherit the institutional foundations that could have shielded them from the widening chasm of inequality. Instead, they became the “lost generation” of African America—not because they lacked talent or will, but because they were asked to build lives in the absence of functioning institutions.

The story is one of numbers as much as narratives. At mid-century, African Americans could point to over 134 banks, more than 500 hospitals, and a dense ecosystem of schools, businesses, and mutual-aid societies that created scaffolding for resilience. By the time Gen X came of age in the 1980s and 1990s, the majority of those institutions had collapsed. Today, fewer than 20 African American banks remain. The hospitals, once numbering in the hundreds, have shrunk to just one. The erasure of these structures left Gen X to navigate adulthood without the community-owned institutions that had once provided both opportunity and insulation.

This institutional decline coincided with the hardening of social and economic divides. African American median household wealth remains below $20,000, compared to more than $180,000 for White households. Home-ownership rates hover around 44 percent, far below the 73 percent enjoyed by Whites. Poverty, unemployment, and health disparities disproportionately fell on African American Gen X families, erasing many of the gains their parents’ generation had fought for. In health, the loss of African American hospitals meant fewer spaces for culturally competent care and fewer pathways for African American doctors, nurses, and administrators to train and serve their communities. In finance, the disappearance of banks meant fewer loans for businesses and homes, ensuring that the dollar cycled out of the community faster than it could ever build generational stability.

By the 1980s, when many Gen Xers were entering high school, even the educational system that had once cultivated excellence for African American children was being dismantled. A century earlier, African American boarding schools—descendants of Reconstruction-era self-help institutions—had trained teachers, scientists, craftsmen, and entrepreneurs. Schools such as Piney Woods, Laurinburg, and Pine Forge stood as examples of self-contained learning environments that instilled discipline and race pride. By 2014, only four remained. Their decline, chronicled in The Final Four: African American Boarding Schools on the Verge of Extinction, symbolized the erosion of intellectual infrastructure that once undergirded the Black middle class. These schools had produced generations of college-ready youth who often went on to HBCUs and then into the professions. When they withered, so did a crucial pipeline.

Their demise reflected not a lack of academic excellence but the disintegration of a supportive ecosystem. As integration policies shifted resources away from Black-controlled schools, and as affluent African American families pursued suburban acceptance, the boarding schools were left with dwindling endowments and shrinking enrollments. Their survival required a collective sense of purpose that the Gen X era—steeped in the illusion of individual advancement—could no longer muster. The extinction of these schools mirrored the broader trajectory of African American institutions: erasure through neglect, assimilation, and the seductive myth that success could be purely personal.

The same cultural dissonance emerged in the world of entertainment and higher education. On television, Gen X watched A Different World, a fictional HBCU experience that inspired a generation but also unintentionally reflected a pivot. The series’ most memorable duo, Dwayne Wayne and Ron Johnson, captured the promise and pitfalls of the Gen X mindset. As HBCU Money’s essay Dwayne Wayne & Ron Johnson Dropped the Ball: HBCUpreneurship observed, the show chronicled two brilliant young men who graduated not to build companies or institutions, but to take jobs inside someone else’s. Their story became emblematic of a generation encouraged to chase credentials rather than ownership.

Gen X was the first to be told that integration was complete, that they could “make it” anywhere. But what they were rarely told was that making it individually often meant abandoning the collective scaffolding their grandparents had built. The very concept of the HBCU as a launch pad for entrepreneurship faded into nostalgia. Dwayne and Ron’s missed opportunity was not fictional; it mirrored the real-world drift of African American college graduates into corporate dependency, even as those corporations benefited from their creativity without reinvesting in African American communities.

The consequences were measurable. While White entrepreneurial ecosystems flourished in the 1990s with the rise of venture capital and tech startups, African American business formation lagged far behind. Few HBCUs established business incubators, angel networks, or venture funds that could capture their graduates’ ingenuity. Gen X, trained to seek jobs rather than ownership, lacked both the financing structures and the cultural reinforcement to build enduring enterprises. The very generation that watched the digital revolution unfold found itself on the consumer end rather than the ownership end of that transformation.

In this sense, the decline of African American institutions was not merely physical but philosophical. The idea that collective power could yield freedom gave way to the belief that individual success was freedom itself. This ideological shift—fed by television, politics, and the allure of assimilation—eroded the cooperative ethos that once sustained Black Wall Streets and mutual-aid societies. Where earlier generations might have pooled resources to open a bank, Gen X was taught to seek a mortgage from Wells Fargo. Where their ancestors founded hospitals like Provident and Homer G. Phillips, Gen X looked to be admitted to the best White medical schools rather than to revive their own.

The paradox of Gen X is that they were told they had arrived at a moment of inclusion—seen in the growth of African American representation in politics, sports, entertainment, and corporate America—while the ground beneath them was collapsing. Symbolic milestones such as the first African American CEOs of Fortune 500 companies or the growing ranks of African American elected officials did not offset the fact that the ecosystem of African American hospitals, banks, and businesses was being erased. Gen X bore the brunt of this contradiction: celebrated for individual achievement while collectively stripped of institutional power.

The American economy of the 1980s and 1990s was primed for wealth building. Deregulation, real-estate booms, and the rise of the stock market created enormous opportunities for asset accumulation. Yet African American Gen Xers, lacking access to capital and institutional mentorship, were largely excluded. The few who broke through—whether in entertainment or professional fields—were exceptional precisely because the system offered so little support. They became proof of possibility for a generation starved of infrastructure, even as their fame obscured the underlying erosion.

By the early 2000s, as Gen X entered its peak earning years, the effects of institutional loss were unmistakable. The community’s wealth gap widened even as educational attainment rose. African American college-graduation rates climbed, but the payoff was smaller salaries, heavier debt, and less wealth accumulation. Without community-controlled banks or credit unions, they faced higher borrowing costs. Without business investment networks, they relied on personal savings to launch ventures, limiting scale and sustainability. Without hospitals and schools owned by the community, the circulation of dollars—once measured in weeks—shrank to hours.

The collapse of the boarding schools and the failure of HBCUpreneurship are not side stories; they are the connective tissue of this larger decline. Each represented a node of self-determination that could have anchored Gen X’s ascent. When those nodes vanished, Gen X’s trajectory became fragmented—brilliant individuals floating in isolation, disconnected from the institutional gravity that sustains a people. The lesson from the Final Four and from Dwayne Wayne and Ron Johnson is that without institutional continuity, culture becomes performance, not power.

The irony is that Gen X still carried the memory of what once was. Many were raised by grandparents who remembered owning land, operating local businesses, or attending all-Black schools where teachers lived in their neighborhoods. They inherited stories of collective pride, but not the structures that produced it. And because their own formative years coincided with mass media’s rise, those stories were often drowned out by consumer culture’s narrative of individual aspiration. Success became synonymous with escaping one’s community rather than empowering it.

That shift in imagination may be Gen X’s greatest tragedy. A people’s future is determined as much by what they believe is possible as by what they own. When the imagination of ownership fades, dependency becomes normalized. African America’s Gen X did not choose dependency; they adapted to a system that rewarded proximity to White institutions while punishing independent Black ones. Government contracts, corporate partnerships, and philanthropic grants replaced the cooperative economics of earlier eras. The result was a generation of professionals with unprecedented credentials but limited leverage.

Still, within this loss lies instruction. Gen X’s struggle clarifies that talent alone does not equal power. Communities achieve permanence only when they own the institutions that convert talent into infrastructure. The hospitals, banks, and boarding schools were not merely service providers—they were instruments of sovereignty. Their disappearance left African America reliant on external validation and vulnerable to the volatility of goodwill.

Oprah Winfrey, Michael Jordan, and Barack Obama stand as icons of Gen X achievement, but their presence cannot replace the 500 hospitals or 100 banks that once supported African American communities. Institutions are what allow success to scale beyond the individual. Without them, every victory is fleeting, every gain precarious. The Gen X dream of being “the first” often became a cycle of isolation: the first in the boardroom, the first on the cover, the first to arrive—but rarely the architect of a system that ensured there would be a second.

As Millennials and Gen Z inherit the debris of that collapse, they confront the same choice: to celebrate representation or to rebuild capacity. The wealth and power gaps remain staggering. African Americans are still nearly twice as likely to live in poverty and hold only about four percent of America’s small-business assets despite comprising thirteen percent of its population. The absence of institutions guarantees these outcomes; their reconstruction could begin to reverse them.

Rebuilding will require the mindset Gen X was never taught—to treat institutions as the truest form of freedom. That means HBCUs creating venture capital funds that invest in their graduates. It means restoring the legacy of African American boarding schools as incubators of discipline and intellect. It means reviving credit unions and community banks that finance local ownership. It means rediscovering that the measure of progress is not how many individuals cross the threshold of another people’s institutions, but how many institutions one’s own people can build and sustain.

Gen X stands, then, as both victim and warning: the generation that inherited the death of African American institutions and the collapse of mobility. Their story illustrates that the survival of a people rests not on individual ascent but on collective infrastructure. Without it, the next generation risks becoming lost as well. The lost generation’s greatest gift may be its clarity—the understanding that brilliance without ownership is bondage, and that no degree, celebrity, or salary can substitute for a hospital, a bank, a school, or a business owned in the name of one’s community.

Disclaimer: This article was assisted by ChatGPT.

Revisiting Red Summer: Bloodshed, Black Land, and the Battle for America’s Soil

“I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.” – Harriet Tubman

Race riots or rural reckoning? The answer lies beneath the surface—and often beneath the soil itself.

In the blistering summer of 1919, the United States erupted in racial violence unlike anything the country had witnessed since Reconstruction. From Washington, D.C. to Chicago, from Norfolk to Omaha, from Knoxville to the cotton fields of Arkansas, more than three dozen cities and rural towns became sites of bloodshed as white mobs attacked African American communities with a ferocity that was, in many instances, organized, deliberate, and unrelenting. Historians dubbed it the Red Summer, invoking both the color of blood and the communist anxieties of the era. For more than a century, the dominant explanation has centered on racial tensions stoked by the Great Migration, post-war competition for jobs, and white anxiety over African American assertiveness. But a deeper, more unsettling question lingers beneath those textbook explanations: was Red Summer not merely about urban unrest or racial animosity, but about land?

That question has returned with renewed urgency in recent years, amid a widening reexamination of Black land ownership and its deliberate erosion over the past century. As calls for reparations grow louder and more specific, so too does the need to reassess the forces that helped decimate Black wealth and autonomy in America. And when Red Summer is placed in that context, it begins to look less like a spontaneous explosion of racial rage and more like the bloodiest chapter in a longer, quieter war — a war fought not only over race but over soil.

The idea that African Americans were only victims of economic exclusion in early 20th-century America is a distortion that history has been slow to correct. By 1910, African Americans owned more than 15 million acres of land, largely concentrated in the South. Black farmers — most of them formerly enslaved or their direct descendants — had managed to accumulate land against crushing odds, frequently purchasing it collectively, through church cooperatives, fraternal organizations, or from white landowners seeking to offload marginal plots. These holdings were not merely symbolic achievements. They were strategic infrastructure.

Land ownership among Black Americans was more than a pathway to individual wealth; it was a bulwark against white supremacy. Land meant food security, political leverage, and a degree of independence in a nation otherwise constructed around Black dependency and racial domination. In some areas of the South, land ownership translated into Black-majority townships and counties, Black-controlled local economies, and the fragile but real possibility of a parallel civic sovereignty. Black landowners could vote with greater difficulty for whites to suppress. They could withhold labor. They could resist eviction. They could educate their children. They were, in a word, ungovernable in ways that landless sharecroppers were not.

African Americans were not simply asking for equality; in some places, they were building it. And that may have been the greatest threat of all.

Virginia-born coachman Thomas A. Dillon and his wife, Margaret, a domestic servant and native of Newton, Massachusetts, pose in the parlor of their home at 4 Dewey Street with children Thomas, Margaret, and Mary in 1904.

Nowhere is the link between land and lethal violence more clearly illustrated than in the massacre at Elaine, Arkansas — one of the deadliest and least discussed events of the entire Red Summer. On the night of September 30, 1919, African American sharecroppers gathered in a church in Phillips County to organize a union, the Progressive Farmers and Household Union of America. Their goals were modest by any democratic standard: they wanted transparent accounting from the plantation owners who controlled the cotton market, an end to the rigged ledger systems that kept sharecroppers in perpetual debt, and the ability to sell their crops independently on the open market. It was a meeting about fair contracts, not rebellion. What descended upon them was a massacre.

White mobs, augmented by federal troops dispatched from Little Rock, swept through the area for days. An estimated 100 to 200 Black men, women, and children were killed, though the official tallies — sanitized for public consumption — counted only a handful of white deaths and labeled the episode a Black insurrection. The real insurrection was economic. The plantation economy of the Delta had been built on the enforced ignorance and powerlessness of its Black labor force. If Black sharecroppers could collectively organize, access fair markets, and demand accurate accounting, some of them might eventually become landowners themselves. That possibility — not armed revolt — was what the white establishment could not tolerate.

The Elaine massacre exposed a hidden economic architecture underlying Southern racial terror. Violence was not just an expression of hatred; it was a tool of market control. When the ledger failed to keep Black workers in debt, the mob stepped in. When the law was too slow, the rifle arrived first.

Though most of the events of Red Summer are framed through an urban lens — riots in Chicago, Washington, and Knoxville dominating the historical imagination — the violence cannot be disentangled from broader efforts to contain and reverse Black economic advancement. Indeed, many of the African Americans who had migrated to Northern cities were themselves displaced farmers or sharecroppers whose rural land ownership efforts had been stymied, swindled, or literally burned to the ground. The Great Migration was not only a story of aspiration; it was also a story of flight.

In Chicago, where violence erupted in late July after a Black teenager named Eugene Williams drowned after being struck by stones thrown by white men when he accidentally drifted past an informal racial boundary in Lake Michigan, the precipitating incident masked deeper structural conflicts. African Americans had begun purchasing homes and moving into previously all-white neighborhoods. Black entrepreneurs were opening businesses. The color line in Chicago was not just social — it was economic, and it was being crossed. What followed Williams’s death was a week of brutal violence that left 38 people dead and more than 500 injured. The riot was sparked by a beach dispute, but what it expressed was white terror at the prospect of Black economic mobility in the urban North.

Property rights were at the center of the Chicago conflict in ways that have only grown clearer with time. Redlining would not be formalized by the federal government until the 1930s, but the ideology animating it — that Black habitation diminished property values, that Black ownership was a form of invasion — was already operating through mob violence in 1919. White homeowners’ associations, some of which had explicitly bombed Black homes in the years leading up to the riot, continued their campaigns of intimidation with renewed license after the summer’s bloodshed. The message was consistent whether it came from the Delta or the Midwest: African Americans had no rightful claim to the land, whether in field or neighborhood.

What made Red Summer different from previous episodes of racial terror, and what made it so culturally resonant, was that it came at a moment when African American self-determination was not just a dream but a demonstrable reality. The years surrounding World War I had seen an extraordinary flowering of Black institutional life: newspapers like the Chicago Defender and the NAACP’s Crisis magazine reached hundreds of thousands of readers; the Universal Negro Improvement Association under Marcus Garvey was drawing mass followings with its message of African sovereignty; and Black veterans returning from the battlefields of France, having fought for democracy abroad, were unwilling to accept its absence at home. Many of these veterans would become central figures in the armed resistance that communities mounted against white mobs in 1919. They met violence with violence, and the White establishment found the combination of Black assertiveness, Black organization, and Black land deeply alarming.

The economic threat extended well beyond individual plots of farmland. In Tulsa, Oklahoma — whose 1921 Greenwood massacre falls just outside the official boundaries of Red Summer but belongs to the same continuum of violence — an entire district of Black economic life was leveled. Greenwood, known as Black Wall Street, was home to hundreds of Black-owned businesses, banks, law offices, and hotels. It was the product of deliberate community investment and collective self-determination. When white mobs descended in May 1921, aided by the Tulsa Police Department and private aircraft that reportedly dropped incendiary materials on the district, they did not merely kill people. They destroyed an economic ecosystem that had taken a generation to build. The land was seized. The insurance claims were denied. The neighborhood was never fully restored.

The pattern repeated itself, with local variations, across decades. What Red Summer initiated, the legal and bureaucratic infrastructure of mid-20th century America codified. Heirs’ property laws — in which land passed down without a formal will became jointly owned by all descendants — rendered Black landholdings acutely vulnerable to partition sales. A developer or speculator who purchased a single heir’s fractional share could force the sale of the entire property, often at below-market prices, with no recourse for the remaining family members. These laws, ostensibly race-neutral, operated with devastating specificity against Black families whose distrust of white legal institutions, forged over generations of documented fraud and violence, led them to avoid formal probate processes.

The federal government was often a direct participant in dispossession. The United States Department of Agriculture systematically denied Black farmers access to loans and subsidies that were extended routinely to their white counterparts. From the New Deal agricultural programs of the 1930s through the farm credit crisis of the 1980s, Black farmers were excluded, underfunded, and allowed to fail at rates far exceeding their white peers. In 1999, the Pigford v. Glickman class action settlement acknowledged decades of discriminatory lending by the USDA and resulted in payouts to tens of thousands of Black farmers — but by then, most of the land was already gone.

Numbers are beyond staggering in their finality. African Americans owned approximately 15 to 19 million acres of land at the peak of Black land ownership around 1910. By 1997, that figure had collapsed to fewer than 2 million acres — a loss of nearly 90 percent over the course of a single century. The USDA itself acknowledged that this loss was not driven solely by economic forces. Discrimination, fraud, violence, and legal manipulation played decisive roles in transferring land from Black families to white institutions and individuals.

The state of Black land ownership in America today reflects the accumulated weight of that century of dispossession. African Americans currently own less than 1 percent of rural land in the United States, despite constituting approximately 14 percent of the national population. In the South, where Black land ownership once represented a genuine counter-economy, the erasure is especially pronounced. In Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia — states where Black farmers built substantial holdings after Emancipation — Black land ownership has been reduced to a thin remnant. Entire family lineages have been severed from the soil their ancestors purchased with freedom wages, war bonuses, and borrowed hope.

Consequences extend far beyond sentiment. Land is the primary vehicle through which intergenerational wealth is transferred in the United States. Home equity and real property account for the majority of household net worth for most American families. The racial wealth gap — the persistent, yawning disparity between Black and white household wealth, which current estimates place at a ratio of roughly 1 to 8 — cannot be understood without accounting for the systematic denial of land and property rights to African Americans. Every generation of a Black family that was driven from its land, or swindled out of it, or watched it seized through partition sale or eminent domain, is a generation that could not pass on the compounding advantages of ownership. The wealth gap is not an accident of markets. It is the arithmetic of dispossession.

Contemporary efforts to address this reality operate at the margins of what is needed. Organizations like the Federation of Southern Cooperatives, founded in 1967, have worked for decades to help Black farmers retain land through legal assistance and cooperative economics. The Land Loss Prevention Project in North Carolina has challenged fraudulent partition sales and helped heirs navigate probate processes designed for a legal culture that was never built with them in mind. The Black Farmers Fund and similar initiatives provide capital and technical assistance to a dwindling population of Black agriculturalists. In 2021, Congress included provisions in the American Rescue Plan Act to provide debt relief to socially disadvantaged farmers — provisions that were subsequently challenged in federal court by white farmers who argued that race-conscious relief violated the Equal Protection Clause, a stunning inversion of the history that made such relief necessary.ve increasingly focused on this disparity. But to properly assess the scale of restitution, history must be rewritten to acknowledge not just the loss of life, but the loss of land. If Red Summer is reframed as a land war not only a race war, then it demands a different response.

Programs such as the Black Farmers Fund, the Federation of Southern Cooperatives, and the work of legal nonprofits like the Land Loss Prevention Project have begun to claw back some ground. Yet without a federal reckoning one that links racial violence to economic theft the narrative remains incomplete.

Reparations proposals have increasingly focused on land as the foundational unit of redress. Scholars like Thomas Mitchell, who pioneered the Uniform Partition of Heirs Property Act — now adopted in more than a dozen states — have worked to close the legal loopholes that enabled generations of Black land theft. Others have proposed direct federal land grants or land trusts as a more durable form of repair than cash payments alone. The argument is both pragmatic and historical: if land was what was taken, land is what must be restored.

But to make that argument with the force it deserves requires an honest reckoning with Red Summer as something more than a riot. It requires understanding 1919 not as an aberration but as an acceleration — the moment when informal systems of racial violence were enlisted on a national scale to reverse Black economic progress. The targets were not random. They were selected. Churches where sharecroppers organized were burned. Prosperous Black neighborhoods were razed. Landowners were murdered and their deeds contested in their absence. The land did not transfer by accident. It was taken by design, and the taking was protected, in county courthouses and federal offices alike, for decades afterward.

Malcolm X once observed that land is the basis of all independence. He was not speaking metaphorically. He was speaking from a tradition of Black political thought that understood, from Reconstruction onward, that the promises of American citizenship were hollow without the material foundation that land provides. The freedpeople who demanded forty acres understood this. The sharecroppers of Elaine who organized for fair prices understood it. The Greenwood entrepreneurs who built Black Wall Street understood it. And the white mobs, the plantation owners, the local sheriffs, the federal troops, and the discriminatory bureaucracies that systematically dismantled what Black Americans built — they understood it too.

Red Summer was not simply a spasm of postwar bigotry, nor an understandable if deplorable expression of racial anxiety. It was a calculated and coordinated assertion of dominance over a people who were, against every structural obstacle, building something that looked like sovereignty. The violence of 1919 did not emerge from nowhere, and it did not end with the cooling of summer temperatures. It opened a door that the legal and economic machinery of the 20th century walked through for decades, quietly completing the dispossession that the mobs had begun.

In the end, Red Summer may be remembered not only for its flames but for the fertile ground those flames sought permanently to char. It was not only a summer of blood. It was a war over soil — and the aftershocks of that war continue to shape the contours of American inequality today, in the wealth gaps, the landlessness, the severed inheritances, and the unanswered demands for repair that echo across every serious conversation about racial justice in this country.

📅 Visual Timeline: The Red Summer of 1919

April 13, 1919 – Jenkins County, Georgia

A violent confrontation erupts in Millen, Georgia, resulting in the deaths of six individuals and the destruction of African American churches and lodges.

May 10, 1919 – Charleston, South Carolina

White sailors initiate a riot, leading to the deaths of three African Americans and injuries to numerous others. Martial law is declared in response.

July 19–24, 1919 – Washington, D.C.

Racial violence breaks out as white mobs attack Black neighborhoods. African American residents organize self-defense efforts.

July 27–August 3, 1919 – Chicago, Illinois

The Chicago Race Riot begins after a Black teenager is killed for swimming in a “whites-only” area. The violence results in 38 deaths and over 500 injuries.

September 30–October 1, 1919 – Elaine, Arkansas

African American sharecroppers meeting to discuss fair compensation are attacked, leading to a massacre where estimates of Black fatalities range from 100 to 800.

October 4, 1919 – Gary, Indiana

Racial tensions escalate amid a steel strike, resulting in clashes between Black and white workers.

November 2, 1919 – Macon, Georgia

A Black man is lynched, highlighting the ongoing racial terror during this period.

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A Legacy Reclaimed: Why SUNO and Dillard University Should Jointly Acquire the Amistad Research Center

When we control the archives, we control the memory. And when we control the memory, we control the meaning.” – Dr. Tera W. Hunter

The Amistad Research Center, one of the most significant archives of African American, ethnic minority, and social justice records in the United States, is facing a financial crisis that threatens its very existence. With nearly 40 percent of its federal funding cut and widespread staff layoffs already in effect, the Center is at a critical juncture. Rather than see it wither under institutional neglect or be absorbed into organizations disconnected from its cultural roots, a powerful and historically grounded solution stands within reach: a joint acquisition by Southern University at New Orleans and Dillard University.

This would not be a rescue it would be a return. Amistad was originally founded in 1966 at Fisk University and moved to Dillard in 1969, where it remained for nearly two decades. The Center thrived during its years at Dillard, deepening its collections and community relationships before relocating to Tulane University in 1987. That move, while promising better resources and facilities, ultimately distanced Amistad from the very community and institutional ecosystem that had nurtured its growth.

Southern University at New Orleans, founded in 1956, has long been an anchor for working-class Black families in New Orleans. Its commitment to public access, social justice, and Black advancement makes it a natural co-steward. Notably, Florence Borders, one of the most influential archivists in the history of Amistad, served as Senior Archivist at the Center from 1970 to 1989 before continuing her career as head archivist at SUNO. Her career trajectory embodies the institutional and intellectual bridge between Amistad, Dillard, and SUNO, a legacy that can now be cemented through a shared act of reclamation.

A joint venture would allow both HBCUs to leverage their complementary strengths. SUNO brings the infrastructure of a public institution and a clear mission focused on access and equity. Dillard offers private fundraising agility and deep roots in the liberal arts and cultural production. Together, they could create a sustainable governance structure that allows the archive to maintain its independence while benefiting from shared resources. Each university could contribute faculty, staff, research infrastructure, and development expertise toward a unified vision that ensures Amistad’s collections remain accessible, curated with cultural sensitivity, and protected against predatory acquisitions or institutional sidelining.

The benefits for students and faculty would be transformative. Internships, research assistantships, and practicums tied to archival collections would offer unparalleled experiential learning. New certificate programs in archival science, public history, and digital preservation could emerge positioning both institutions as national leaders in archival education. Amistad’s holdings over 15 million items, including manuscripts, oral histories, art, and periodicals could drive the creation of entire departments and interdisciplinary research clusters focused on African American, Afro-Caribbean, Latinx, Indigenous, and diasporic studies.

The public-facing impact of such a joint acquisition is equally significant. New Orleans, a city with a long history of being a crucible of Black culture and resistance, would gain a consolidated Black archival institution that serves not only scholars but communities. Cultural tourism centered on rotating exhibitions, lectures, and historical installations could add economic and civic value. A jointly governed Amistad Center could partner with local schools to support history education, oral history collection, and family archive projects embedding itself in the civic life of the region.

There are also compelling financial reasons for this move. A high-profile acquisition effort would attract major philanthropic interest, particularly among donors looking to support racial equity, archival preservation, and HBCU development. Foundations like Mellon, Ford, and IMLS have historically supported Amistad and similar institutions, but their funding often becomes more robust when institutional alignment and long-term sustainability are demonstrated. By crafting a visionary joint ownership model, SUNO and Dillard could access deeper grantmaking relationships while also launching a national endowment campaign to stabilize the archive permanently.

To be successful, the joint venture would need clear governance. A dedicated board composed of SUNO and Dillard faculty, independent scholars, archivists, community leaders, and Amistad staff should be established. This board would be responsible for curatorial direction, budget oversight, and public engagement ensuring the Center’s founding mission remains intact while also adapting to contemporary challenges and technologies.

This acquisition would signal a new paradigm in Black institutional development. It would show that HBCUs are no longer waiting to be invited into the rooms where decisions about cultural memory are made. Instead, they are building and owning those rooms. The quiet transfer of African American cultural assets into majority white institutions especially under financial duress has been a persistent form of cultural dispossession. What SUNO and Dillard can demonstrate is that reclamation is possible. That ownership, not just stewardship, is the future.

This opportunity will not wait. ARC’s financial instability is already endangering collections and community access. Every day that passes without an institutional intervention increases the risk of fragmentation, inaccessibility, or outright closure. The time to act is now—not just for preservation, but for power.

Together, Southern University at New Orleans and Dillard University can redefine what it means to protect and elevate Black history. They can transform the Amistad Research Center from a vulnerable institution into a fortified intellectual fortress. They can move us from crisis to control, from neglect to legacy.

This is more than a proposal. It is a blueprint for Black institutional sovereignty. History is watching. And it is offering a chance to write the next chapter not just about the past we preserve, but the future we intend to build.

Editorial Rerun – In Memoriam: The 100th Anniversary Of The Black Wall Street Massacre

First published on June 1, 2012 for the 91st anniversary of the Black Wall Street Massacre and a foreword from an article done by the Atlanta Black Star.

“The dollar circulated 36 to 100 times in this tight-knit community, according to sfbayview.com. A single dollar might have stayed in Tulsa for almost a year before leaving the Black community. Comparatively in modern times, a dollar can circulate in Asian communities for a month, Jewish communities for 20 days and white communities for 17, but it leaves the modern-day Black community in six hours, according to reports from the NAACP.”

By William A. Foster, IV

Remember that life is neither pain nor pleasure; it is serious business, to be entered upon with courage and in a spirit of self-sacrifice. – Alexis de Tocqueville

This is the first year I’ve had a chance to remember Black Wall Street on the very day that in a 12 hour battle a model community of American aspiration would be destroyed. It has always been at the heart of my economic and institutional development beliefs. I once railed on twitter that I wish Spike Lee would make the movie of Black Wall Street. Although, I dare say he’d run into even more problems than he did with Malcolm X. The threat of social and economic power coming to African America is much more frightful than one man.  I’ve even griped that my issues with Dr. Cornel West and his ilk  who want to speak “truth to power” is they ignore the model of the greatest moment in African America’s social and economic history as well as the very basis of how capitalism works. Our own fault for listening to a theology professor instead of our own economist. I always say there is “No Country for African American Economist” in the African American community. We’d rather speak to power than build our own. The story of Black Wall Street in Tulsa, OK is one of those moments where if we’d learn from history it would be worth repeating it. Instead, we’ll ignore our history to our own peril.

Many of us have a hard time imagining a place where African Americans owned and controlled as Mike House documents in his research “twenty-one restaurants, thirty grocery stores and two movie theaters, plus a hospital, a bank, a post office, libraries, schools, law offices, a half dozen private airplanes and even a bus system”. Just this economic power alone in one centralized place makes one realize how far we have fallen. Many of us simply see nominal gains in income and assume we have progressed. Not realizing that capitalism’s power and reward ultimately rest in the institutions you own and control.

I have tired of the marches. I have tired of the “leaders”. I have tired of the speeches. I have even tired of my own writings. I am tired of telling us we are poorer today than we were in 1921. I have tired of our dependency on liberal ideology that says wait for a government to do the right thing by us. The government does the right thing by those who have the economic means to grease it. We simply need to build communities that we control and own. We need to build institutions that we control and own in those communities. We need to build social, economic, and political partnerships with Africa just like every other group in this country has with its ancestral homeland which creates a global power. We then need to use that social and economic capital to influence the political system to protect our social and economic interest. This is what made Black Wall Street so powerful and why it ultimately had to be destroyed. They were on the verge of leveraging their influence into the political system which would have allowed them to control Oklahoma. Can you imagine that?

We have HBCU communities that already are built to become Black Wall Street reinvented. Over 100 of them. Less talking. More building.

For the entirety of the events of June 1, 1921 just click the date.