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Viola Fletcher (née Ford; May 10, 1914 – November 24, 2025), also known as Mother Fletcher

"Don't Let Them Bury My Story"
Ms. Fletcher’s memoir was published in 2023. On the night of the massacre in 1921, she recalled seeing ash falling on the streets like snow. Houses burned. She passed piles of corpses, she said.
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Viola Fletcher, Oldest Survivor of the Tulsa Race Massacre, Dies at 111
At 7, she bore witness to one of American history’s most violent spasms of racial violence. She was 106 when the nation reckoned with the crime.

Viola Fletcher was an American woman who, at the time of her death was the oldest known living survivor of the Tulsa race massacre and a supercentenarian. One hundred years after the massacre, she testified before Congress about the need for reparations.

Description of 2024 photograph: Viola Fletcher, 109, poses for a portrait with her book "Don't Let Them Bury My Story" in hand on Tuesday at Southern Illinois University Edwardsville Lovejoy Library in Edwardsville. Fletcher is the oldest living survivor of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre.
Photograph source: Credit: photographer Eric Lee/ St. Louis Public Radio |
Article By Andrea Y. Henderson / Published March 20, 2024 at 6:08 p.m. CDT

“People [white mobs] there were destroying things in the city like burning houses and everything on the street,” said Fletcher, who revisited her experience during the Tulsa Race Massacre on Tuesday during a talk in Edwardsville. “I was out there with a family of six — mother, father and six children — and of course we escaped. We heard ‘get out of town, they were killing all the Black people,’ so my parents did.”

On May 31,1921, in Tulsa, Oklahoma, white racist mobs came through Greenwood, the once-thriving Black business district, and burned companies and the surrounding neighborhoods to the ground. Scores of Black Tulsans were killed, and many lost businesses, homes and family members over the span of 18 hours of violence between May 31 through June 1.

“You could see people falling from being shot and killed … and you could hear guns being shot,” Fletcher said. “Oh, it was just terrible.”

Her parents loaded the family in a wagon and left for Claremore, Oklahoma, which is about 30 minutes east of Tulsa.

One hundred and three years later, Fletcher, who is affectionately known as Mother Fletcher, is still traumatized by the terror she faced at the age of 7. She has nightmares of the evening her parents woke her up to flee. She also experiences insomnia. The centenarian is the oldest known living survivor of the Tulsa Race Massacre. She spoke vividly Tuesday at Southern University Illinois Edwardsville about life in Tulsa before and after the violent attacks occurred.

In the early to mid-1900s, many race massacres, in which racist white mobs attacked and killed Black people, occurred across the country. Entire communities were wiped out, and surviving families were forced to relocate to other cities and states.

In July 1917, a number of Black people in East St. Louis, Illinois, died in a race massacre. It was one of the most violent racial attacks of that century. At the time, white labor union workers were striking for higher wages, and during the strike, owners brought in Black workers as strikebreakers.

Survivors of the early 1900s deadly race massacres never received reparations or any recourse for the damage and destruction white mobs did to their communities.

“Mother Viola Fletcher is so important because people try to talk about ‘this was so long ago’, while she's still alive,” Jack said. “She's 109, but she remembers it.”

Fletcher continues to pursue justice by talking about her life through her memoir “Don’t Let Them Bury My Story.” She also testified to Congress in 2021 about the trauma she suffered in Tulsa, what she witnessed over a hundred years ago and the generational wealth families like hers lost during the massacre.
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NYT Article By Alex Traub / Ash Wu contributed reporting - Published Nov. 24, 2025, Updated Nov. 26, 2025
Viola Fletcher, Oldest Survivor of the Tulsa Race Massacre, Dies at 111

Viola Fletcher, who as a child in 1921 saw her affluent Black neighborhood in Oklahoma torched by white citizens in what became known as the Tulsa Race Massacre — one of the worst acts of racial violence in American history — and who, a century later, testified in Congress to the terror she witnessed in the hope of winning reparations, died on Monday in Tulsa. She was 111 and the oldest survivor of the attack.

Her death, in a hospital, was confirmed by Tiffany Crutcher, a close family friend. Her death leaves just one surviving witness to the massacre, Lessie Randle, who is also 111, six months younger than Ms. Fletcher.

The Greenwood neighborhood of Tulsa, Okla., home to about 10,000 people in the early 20th century, became known colloquially as “Black Wall Street” for the successful entrepreneurship of its residents and the prosperity of many families who lived there. The neighborhood was destroyed in the massacre, which led to as many as 300 deaths and mass homelessness.

Ms. Fletcher grew up as a working-class resident of Greenwood. Her stepfather, Henry Ellis, held several jobs at once, from breaking in horses to selling clothes. Viola went to school in Greenwood and attended Wednesday night and Sunday services at a Baptist church. She remembered watching Greenwood men gather to make homemade ice cream on special occasions while women prepared pies and layer cakes.

Early on the morning of June 1, 1921, Viola woke up to a banging sound. She thought it was someone beating a rug, she said, until her mother hollered for her to get out of bed, immediately.

The day before, word had spread in Tulsa that a 19-year-old Black shoe shiner, Dick Rowland, had attempted to rape a 17-year-old white elevator operator, Sarah Page, in the building where she worked.

Ms. Page later denied that Mr. Rowland had done anything wrong, and the case was dropped. But by then, inflamed by the rumors, many of Tulsa’s white citizens were already set on imposing their own idea of justice. Hundreds of heavily armed white men gathered outside the courthouse where Mr. Rowland was being held. Soon, armed Black veterans of World War I arrived as well, seeking to prevent a lynching. A scuffle ensued, and a shot was fired. The next morning, the assault began.

Over 16 hours, nearly three dozen blocks in Greenwood were looted and set ablaze. More than 1,000 homes were destroyed, as were almost all of the district’s Black-owned businesses: theaters, restaurants, hotels, barbershops and the offices of doctors and lawyers and real estate brokers, according to a 2001 report by an Oklahoma commission that had examined the riot.

In December 1921, the American Red Cross determined that close to the entire population of the neighborhood had become homeless. There is still no consensus about the death toll; the Red Cross put it at 55 to 300 people.

Viola’s family fled in a horse and buggy. As they were leaving Tulsa, she recalled, she saw ash falling on the streets, reminding her of snow. She also saw, as other witnesses did, an airplane dropping what looked like firebombs. She passed piles of corpses. She saw a white man blow off a Black man’s head with a shotgun, she said.

Nobody was held legally responsible for the destruction and deaths.

In the years to come, the Tulsa massacre was not widely taught in American history classes. In Tulsa itself, memory was suppressed. Police records vanished, newspaper archives were tampered with, and victims were buried in unmarked graves. Some residents reached adulthood unaware that the massacre had happened. But its 100th anniversary, in 2021, brought it renewed attention, coming a year after the murder of George Floyd, a Black man, by a white Minneapolis police officer, had sparked nationwide protests.

By then, Ms. Fletcher, a retired maid, was just one of three remaining survivors. The two others were her brother Hughes Ellis, then 100, and Ms. Randle, then 106. They began telling their stories to national media outlets, testified before Congress and also joined a lawsuit demanding reparations.

With the help of a grandson, Ike Howard, Ms. Fletcher wrote a memoir, “Don’t Let Them Bury My Story: The Oldest Living Survivor of the Tulsa Race Massacre in Her Own Words” (2023).

“The neighborhood I fell asleep in that night was rich — not just in terms of wealth, but in culture, community, heritage — and my family had a beautiful home,” Ms. Fletcher told a House Judiciary subcommittee in May 2021 as it considered reparations for the survivors and their descendants. “Within a few hours, all that was gone.”

Viola Ford was born on May 5, 1914, in rural Comanche County, Okla. Her parents, Lucinda and John Wesley Ford, were sharecroppers who divorced not long after her birth. Her mother married Henry Ellis, and the couple, along with Lucinda’s children, moved to Greenwood, where Mr. Ellis built the family a home.

The family’s flight from the massacre concluded 30 miles northeast of Tulsa in a wooded area called Claremore, where they found safety, living in a tent. The women went to the bathroom in the woods, three at a time for safety. The family used sticks, string and rocks to catch rabbits for food. They trapped lightning bugs in a jar for a light at night.

Viola never received more than an elementary school education. Instead, she worked alongside her relatives as a sharecropper, picking cotton and tending to livestock for $1 a day.

In 1929, while her family was traveling in search of work, Viola ran into a school friend from Greenwood.
“It was one of the happiest moments I’d experienced since our escape from the catastrophe,” Ms. Fletcher recalled in her memoir. “We both wanted to know if either had seen any of the other boys and girls from our school, but we were the first and only ones both of us had seen in eight long years.”

As an adult, Ms. Fletcher spent most of her life working as a maid for white families in Bartlesville, a town north of Tulsa.

“As she washed their dishes and tucked their little ones into bed,” the journalist Wesley Lowery wrote in a 2023 profile of Ms. Fletcher for The Washington Post, “she wondered whether they were among those responsible, yet never held accountable, for her own childhood’s destruction.”

She married Robert Fletcher, and they had a son, Ronald. The family lived in Los Angeles, where Ms. Fletcher worked in a shipyard during World War II. She left Mr. Fletcher when he became physically abusive, she wrote in her memoir.

From a relationship with Leroy Anderson, she had a son, James Ford, and from a relationship with Alzena Stein, she had a daughter, Debra Ford. She raised her children as a single mother.

She is survived by her son, Ronald Fletcher, and many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

In 2020, the local news media in Oklahoma wrote about Ms. Fletcher’s 106th birthday. The story caught the attention of a lawyer, Damario Solomon-Simmons, who had long been interested in finding legal redress for victims of the massacre.

He became her lawyer. Their lawsuit demanding reparations was dismissed by a district court judge and the Oklahoma Supreme Court. In June 2025, Monroe Nichols, Tulsa’s first Black mayor, announced that the city itself would seek to fund reparations by forming a private trust tasked with raising $105 million by 2026, the 105th anniversary of the attack.

In 2021, to honor the centennial, Ms. Fletcher met President Joseph R. Biden Jr. in Tulsa. A year later, she, her brother Hughes and Ms. Randle split a $1 million donation from the entrepreneur and philanthropist Ed Mitzen. Hughes Ellis died in 2023.

From the night of the massacre onward, Ms. Fletcher was never again able to sleep comfortably in a bed, she wrote in her memoir. She preferred a chair, with the light on.

“When I sleep, it is never very deep or for very long because of the anxiety and the things I see,” she wrote. “Imagine having the same horrible nightmare every night for 100 years.”

She found some healing during the massacre’s centennial, when Michael Thompson, the co-founder of a social media company called Our Black Truth, asked her if there was something she had always wanted but never had. Without hesitation, she blurted out that she wanted to go to Africa and meet “real live African people.”

A few months later, at 107 years old, she and her brother traveled to Ghana.

“Somehow,” she wrote of the trip, “it has made me feel more whole, and sure of my belonging in this life and on this planet.”

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