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“Killers of the Flower Moon” and a Hundred Years of Healing

June 2024
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My grandparents were murdered during the Osage Reign of Terror. It took my family generations to recover.

JaNae Collins, Lily Gladstone, Cara Jade Myers and Jillian Dion in Killers of the Flower Moon,  coming soon to Apple TV+.
Lily Gladstone, second from left, plays the wife of Leonardo Dicaprio's character in the movie Killers of the Flower Moon, in which love complicates a murder-for-money scheme. Melinda Sue Gordon/Apple TV

Last spring, an email arrived with the power of a comet jolted from its ancient orbit. It bore a faded newspaper clipping from 1920s Tulsa — a half-page pictorial of the driveway murder scene of my father’s parents, noting the spot where he had watched it as a teenager.

Mary Lane, the author's grandmother, was one of the Osage Indians murdered during the Reign of Terror.
The author's grandmother, Mary Lane, was murdered during the Osage Reign of Terror. She was a pianist who loved opera. Courtesy of the author

Under the headline “Felled by Bullets,” I finally learned the facts of my grandparents’ murder. On my computer screen, the past unsealed itself — an era when whites, impelled by a culture of killing, slew Osage Indians with impunity. A next-door neighbor, a lone white man, had waited on the steps for my father’s parents’ black car. Knowing that a white man wouldn’t be prosecuted, he shot them over a petty dispute involving the use of a garage.

My response to the clipping surprised me; I wasn’t distressed. Instead, I found myself coming to a quiet, profound closure. Like the wonder of an unhurried moonrise, my new insights revealed the source of trauma inflicted on me and my family by a wounded, authoritarian father. With the fresh confidence of solid facts, I was astonished to realize that I was healing over 100 years of intergenerational trauma.

In an amazing coincidence, I received this email as I followed the making of the movie, Killers of the Flower Moon in theaters this month. Directed by the renowned Martin Scorsese, it’s based on David Grann’s nonfiction book of the same name. It tells the often-forgotten history of 1920s Oklahoma, when, in the words of one FBI agent, “hundreds and hundreds” of Osages were murdered for their oil money.  

When oil was discovered on their land in the 1920s, the Osage people were killed one by one for their oil money.

I’m an enrolled member of the Osage Tribe, which, according to Grann, “laid claim to much of the central part of the country, a territory that stretched from what is now Missouri and Kansas to Oklahoma, and still farther west, all the way to the Rockies.”  After the Louisiana Purchase in 1803, Grann writes, President Thomas Jefferson “informed his secretary of the navy that the Osage were a great nation and that ‘We must stand well because, in their quarter, we are miserably weak.’”  

The tribe was traumatically reduced by forced migrations to their final reservation in 1872, in what is now Osage County, slightly larger than Delaware. At the time, an Indian Affairs agent called the land “utterly unfit for cultivation.”

In 1906, Osage Chief James Bigheart outmaneuvered the U.S. government, negotiating the first subsurface mineral trust,
Osage Chief James Bigheart outmaneuvered the U.S. government in 1906, negotiating the first subsurface mineral trust. Library of Congress

But, in 1906, the Osages outmaneuvered the U.S. government, which was eager to open the new state of Oklahoma the next year. Chief James Bigheart, who spoke seven languages, negotiated the first subsurface mineral trust, according to the Oklahoma Historical Society, which tribal members owned in equal shares. Previously, the United States had forced tribes to split their communities and allotments, making it easier for white colonists to buy and seize their property. 

The Osages established oil royalties, called headrights, among 2,229 people, and, in the oil rush of 1920s Oklahoma, the Osages prospered. Their income in 1923 alone was $400 million in today’s money, according to David Grann.

For a time, the Osages became the wealthiest group of people in the world per capita. Their newfound riches, however, sparked jealousy and greed among the surrounding whites. Headrights could only be inherited within families. To work around these restrictions and to access Osage money, local whites married into Osage families — leading to an era called the “Osage Reign of Terror,” which is the focus of Killers of the Flower Moon.

Leonardo DiCaprio and Lily Gladstone star in Killers of the Flower Moon, a movie on Apple TV+.
Leonardo DiCaprio and Lily Gladstone star as a married couple in Killers of the Flower Moon, a new movie from Apple TV+.

The movie looks like a masterpiece. A $200 million production and a 3.5-hour cinematic experience, it stars Leonardo DiCaprio, Robert De Niro, and the lovely Lily Gladstone of the Blackfeet Tribe. The premiere at the Cannes Film Festival this May received a nine-minute standing ovation, launching major Oscar buzz.

I haven’t seen it yet, but I watched the movie production unfold online with scenes in Pawhuska, the Osage Nation capital. The Osage were regal in colored ribbon shirts and proud eagle feathers. Hundreds participated in the movie, and the tribe has universally praised it. I was moved when Scorsese told the Osage News how, in community with the tribe, over Indian dinners listening to stories told by tribal elders, he’d altered the Grann plot.

No longer would the movie focus on the white FBI agent saving the day; it became a story of love struggling against insidious power. Ernest Burkhart (DiCaprio) and Mollie Kile, an Osage woman (Gladstone), fall genuinely in love — as he joins the execution schemes and she wanes from poison, misdiagnosed as the “peculiar wasting illness.”

On June 2, 1924, President Coolidge signed a bill granting Indians full citizenship.
Osage Indians met with President Coolidge on June 2, 1924 after he signed a bill granting full U.S. citizenship to Native Americans. Library of Congress

This epic Osage tragedy, soon to dominate the zeitgeist, calls out the forces of racism, greed and the feverish, irrational human drive for power.

Today, some legislators and governors seek to whitewash history. The Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The 1619 Project, a reframing of Black history, is banned from some public schools. The prohibition of diverse historical perspectives is a tragedy that could deprive millions of the opportunity for healing and personal growth.  

Why dig up the unhappy past? For me, uncovering the tragedy and success in my family's history has been a source of pride and strength.

In my hometown of Tulsa, they didn’t teach us about the Osage Reign of Terror. Nor did they teach the now-infamous Tulsa race massacre of 1921, when mobbing whites burned hundreds of homes and business in the district called Black Wall Street, killing dozens of people and destroying lives for generations. 

Some ask: Why dig up the unhappy past? For me, uncovering my origin stories, the tragedies and successes, has been a source of excitement, growth, and strength. 

My father, a decorated airman in World War II, was overwhelmed by alcohol and the chain of trauma.
My father, a decorated airman in World War II, was overwhelmed by alcohol and the chain of trauma. Courtesy of the author

We learn our beauty when we learn our history. This spring, I also discovered that my slain Osage grandmother, Mary Lane, was a pianist who loved opera. She and her husband, a dashing piano player at the Pawhuska silent movies, opened The Ryder Music Company, a store on East Main Street. Ryder is my middle name. 

My father, the late Randall R. Morton Sr., half Osage, used his headright to get an education from the University of Oklahoma and then Georgetown Law School. A decorated airman in World War II, he finished his short life at age 45, having been an independent investment banker.

I remember him in a dark suit with a handmade red tie, gentle with fine threading. He had style, a generous smile, and an easy waltz. He was overwhelmed by alcohol and the chain of trauma he didn’t have the tools to heal, tools I’ve been fortunate to have in my own journey of self-discovery and healing. 

The Osage tribe has grown to over 21,000 members throughout the United States, with its own constitution and government. I inherited a 30% headright, amounting to a few hundred dollars a quarter. Along with tribal scholarships, it helped with college tuition for my two children. Both of them are enrolled tribal members and are proud of their heritage. My daughter learns an Osage word every day.

The Flower Moon is an ageless native symbol of abundance. It’s the full moon in May when the American prairies, covered with new flowers, sing with the effervescence of blooming moonlight, displacing the fear of darkness.

As the Osage story grows in prominence, I expect the hopeful symbol of the Flower Moon will grow, as well. May it remind all peoples of our abundant human capacity to heal, and to renew our efforts to take back the Earth from the forces of greed and racism in the anniversaries of the Flower Moon to come.


An earlier version of this essay appeared in the Houston Chronicle.

flower moon
The Flower Moon occurs each May when spring flowers greet the full moon. IStockphoto

 

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