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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Richest Black Girl in America: Redefining Sarah Rector and Her Family




These images, pinned to the top of this blog, are shamelessly shared via-social media on personal pages, history blogs, and even the Smithsonian. The two photos side-by-side, one of a young girl donned in a plaid dress and the other of a stoic woman with her hair pulled simply back, have been timelessly interpreted to be “the richest Black girl in America,” Sarah Rector - the very same Sarah Rector who lived out the majority of her interesting life in Kansas City.

I have some important news to share with all of America.

Headlines in 1913 captured only part of the story
of Sarah Rector
Those images are not Sarah Rector.

I, too, fell victim to the forgery of these photos. Around Black History Month, I always see several posts about her story, complete with these photographs of an unknown girl and a young woman.  I mean, if credible sources are using the images, they must be her... But they aren’t.

Just over a century ago, headlines spilled across America and the world and are misrepresentations of what really happened to Sarah Rector, her money and her family. The most important part lost in this saga is the simple fact that her family got lost within the tabloids- tabloids worldwide that painted a picture of a poor little black girl from Oklahoma who slept on a dirt floor, struck it rich, was taken advantage of, and lived frivolously.

Some of these statements are partially true, but the true story of Sarah should be told through her family. It was, in fact, her family that was there for her through thick and thin.

How did I get this information? How do I know for certain those images aren’t Sarah Rector?

The Rector women who made this research & writing possible.
L-R: Donna Thompkins, Deborah Brown, Rosina Graves, and
 Diann Brown. They are the daughters of Rosa Rector, Sarah's sister
I started where I always do- in the pages of research and of history. If I was going to tell the story of Sarah Rector, I had to find living descendants.

Families are the ones who hold the memories and records that make up our collective history.

I always try to preface that history should be told in stories, and those stories aren’t laced into the words of traditional history books or told in timelines. You won’t likely find the real stories on the Internet, and the good stuff is definitely not on Wikipedia. You learn the truth behind the headlines by talking with people - with families- sitting down with those that have collected the records, hold hundreds of photographs of their own family, and can laugh as well as reflect on the past. I was lucky that a line of the Rectors - Sarah’s nieces- were willing to talk to me and share their story.

Let me tell you: Sarah's nieces are amazing, strong women.

L-R Debbie, Diane (the author of this blog) and Donna
Through multiple meetings that always comprised of food (including the best fried fish I’ve ever had) and laughs that made my stomach hurt, I visited with Sarah Rector’s nieces and learned more than about the richest Black girl in America- I learned about their rich history. These women introduced me to some powerful stories of slavery, survival and then life after striking it rich. It became vividly clear that this story isn’t about Sarah- it’s about the Rectors.

I am blessed to be able to share their true legacy with the world.

*****

Sarah Rector, touted to be the “richest Black girl in America” in 1913 when she was just 11 years-old, holds more than just wealth in finances. To tell this story the right way- in order to paint the picture of the “richest Black girl in America” – we have to understand the circumstances surrounding Sarah Rector’s ancestry and the family that raised her.

Chief Opothle Yahola (1778-1863)
Sarah Rector’s luck hit in part because of her ancestry and the way in which land allotments for Native Americans- and their freedmen- occurred in Oklahoma. Sarah’s paternal grandparents were born into slavery and were owned by the Creeks in eastern Alabama. In the 1830s, history tells us, the Five Civilized Tribes (which included Creek, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw and Seminole Tribes) were forced to leave their lands. 20,000 Creek Indians and their enslaved people were forced west.

The chief of the tribe, an Alabama-born man named Opothle Yohola (1778-1863) was one of these leaders who enslaved people. When he moved to Indian Territory, he settled on a 2,000-acre plantation near the Deep Fork River. One of his people in bondage was none other than a woman named Mollie, and Mollie would marry a man who was once held in slavery by Reilly Grayson. His name was Benjamin McQueen.

Chief Opothle Yohola may have owned chattel, but he wasn’t willing to sacrifice it all and side with the Confederacy during the Civil War. Even as most of the Creeks opted to follow the rebels, Opothle Yohola stayed neutral during the early onset of the war. Due to the encroaching Confederate troops, many Creeks fled into Kansas and joined the First Indian Home Guard. Sarah’s maternal grandfather, York Jackson, served alongside Creek Indians as a private. His father, Jack McGilbra (1821-1891) was enslaved by the Creeks.

Names in this family’s history can be complicated, so bear with me. York had taken the surname “Jackson” in honor of being, literally, "Jack’s son."

An enslaved woman held by Opothle Yohola named Mollie married Benjamin McQueen and had a son named Jack Benjamin (another example of a freedman choosing his father’s first name instead of a slave master’s surname). Jack Benjamin left Indian Territory long enough to enlist in Lawrence, Kan. In November 1863, he joined the Union Army as a private in the 83rd Infantry, U.S. Colored Troops.

Even after these two men once in bondage left the service, they returned back to Indian Territory to rejoin their family and friends.

At the outbreak of the Civil War in 1861, the Five Civilized Tribes included 10,000 enslaved men, women and children - and they weren't freed just yet. 

Jack Benjamin (cir. 1838-1915), for some reason, changed his name to John Rector and married Bettie Corbner (b. 1846). York McGilbra Jackson married Amy Manuel (1846-1936).

Shockingly, even though the Civil War abolished slavery across the nation, that didn’t include Indian Territory. In 1866, a treaty forced Native Americans to abolish slavery and allowed Creeks and these slaves (freedmen) to become United States citizens.

Freedmen such as Benjamin and Mollie McQueen, Jack Benjamin (John Rector), Bettie Corbner Rector, York Jackson (McGilbra), and Amy McGilbra were all freedmen born into slavery and eligible for land allotments according to the treaty. At this time in history, Indian Territory had been reduced to 20 million acres. Each freedman was given 160 acres of land, and the Creek Freedmen chose to settle together and form their own town.

Amy Manuel McGilbra (1846-1936) with Joe and Rose
Rector's daughter, Rosa (1913-1992)
Photo courtesy of the Rector descendants
Originally calling their settlement Twine after William H. Twine, the first editor of an African American newspaper in Indian Territory (who ironically rented land from John Rector), the town by 1904 became known as Taft.

Sitting eight miles west of Muskogee, Taft today is one of only thirteen all-Black towns still in existence in Oklahoma. At the time, it was one of fifty settlements founded by freedmen.

John Rector and his wife, Bettie had a son named Joseph (b. 1878), and York McGilbra Jackson and his wife, Amy had a daughter named Rose (b. 1886). In an all-Black community concentrated on farming cotton and corn, it is certain that these two families knew one another for quite a long time.

Just because they were allotted 160 acres apiece didn't mean they were resistant to poverty; it was quite the opposite.

To think that these families, mostly illiterate and lacking formal education at the time, were able to build the bustling early 20th century town of Taft is inspiring. According to the Oklahoma Historical Society, Taft had two newspapers, three general stores, a brickyard, drugstore, a soda pop factory, a livery stable, a gristmill, two hotels, a restaurant, a bank and a funeral home- all before 1910.

Joe and Rose likely attended church, dances and social gatherings together for many years before they decided to take the plunge. First came their daughter, Rebecca (called Becky) in 1901 and Sarah followed on March 3, 1902. By 1906, a boy named Joe Jr. joined the growing family.

They didn’t have much; the dusty streets of Taft were the center of their entire social existence. In 1907, the town’s population clocked in at a whopping 250 with most of the community traveling to it from their Indian allotment lands outside of town.

The growing Rector family resided in a two-room cabin situated on Rose’s allotment of land. Yes, two rooms are tight- but it’s likely to have been the condition of most, if not all, the freedmen that lived in the area around Taft.

Allotments were about to run out, and the Rector’s knew it was time to get in line for their children. The cutoff date of March 1906 only allowed their three oldest children, Becky, Sarah and Joe to get a piece of the lands even though they welcomed a daughter, Lou Alice in 1907.

Sarah Rector's land allotments on the Cimarron River is highlighted
on "Hastain's Township Plats of the Creek Nation," 1910.
By the time they had their chance to get a hold of land for their children, the pickings were slim. Becky’s land was in Okfuskee Co., and Sarah and Joe, Jr. ended up with incomplete parcels of 160 acres 50 miles northwest of Taft. The government was grabbing at undesirable deeds that didn’t even adjoin one another; Sarah’s land was near a bend along the Cimarron River valued at around $500. At $3.50 an acre, she wasn’t shouting “I’m rich!” just yet.

Nor did anyone ever in a million years think that a freedman would become a millionaire.

To own land- even land with the rockiest, driest soil- requires taxation. Taxes, people. Taxes always seem to play into the Rectors rise and demise.

"Home of the Creek Freedmen," Oklahoma Territory, cir. 1900
Image courtesy fo the Records of the Office of the Secretary of the Interior
By 1909, Joe was trying to sell Becky, Sarah and Joe’s land holdings. The fact that they had 160 acres per child became a pretty big tax problem, especially since the land that landed in their laps was so far away. He was successful only in selling Becky’s land for $1700 in 1910, a financial windfall for the family.

But, was that enough? Was that $1700 going to support a family that had now grown to 7 mouths to feed? It was certainly a ton of money to a family living in a two-room cabin.

There was soon a buzz within the community of Taft. Oil- the black gold of America- had been frequently discovered in farms sprinkled across Oklahoma. It seemed that the richest soil in the area didn’t necessarily hold the high dollars below ground… it could be anywhere.

…Especially on untouched rocky, grimy lands allotted to freedmen.

By 1911, Joe was desperately trying to rid himself of Sarah’s land. The new promotion of possibly leasing land to these greedy oil-diggers presented a new opportunity for the Rector’s presumably useless land so many miles away from them. Joe ended up quite satisfied when he was able to lease Sarah’s land to an oil company out of Pennsylvania. He received a bonus of $160.

They still didn’t strike oil. The lease ran out and nothing happened. But things had happened on other freedman lands, and the results led to nothing positive.

Money can, indeed, create problems.

Faculty at Taft School. Courtesy Oklahoma Historical Society
This became a fact in the same year Joe was negotiating oil leases on Sarah’s land.

Oil had been discovered on other Indian allotment lands given to children. In the same year, Harold Sells, 13, and his sister, Castella, 10, struck the big time when oil was discovered on what was assumed to be useless land. In the middle of the night, dynamite was placed under their house in Taft where the two children were sleeping. The house erupted into pieces. Harold was killed instantly. His little sister was trapped under burning timbers and was not as lucky.

These kids were murdered for an estate valued at just over $50,000.

Several men, both Black and white, were implicated in the crime, including Jim Manuel, likely a distant relative of the Rectors. The surname “Manuel” was in fact Rose’s mother’s maiden name.

More on this connection soon.

Headline in the Muskogee Daily Phoenix
April 26, 1915
Striking oil was surely a life-changer, but as the little Sells children learned, it also brought greed and great weight on how to manage what could be millions of dollars.

A year later, another lease for Sarah’s land came through- but for only $80. At this same time, a “gusher” had been located about five miles south of Sarah’s land. That’s when karma kicked in.

In March, when Sarah was simply attending school in nearby Taft, oil driller B.B. Jones assembled the necessary equipment to check out Sarah Rector’s land near the Cimarron River. Any oil produced would give a 12.5% royalty to the land owner.

In late August 1913, B.B. Jones produced a “gusher” on the land leased from Sarah’s allotment. Quickly, this oil gusher produced 2,500 barrels of oil per day. Sarah’s cut- per day- was $300.

That was a hell of a lot of money.

By this point, Sarah was the second oldest of six children, her parents welcoming Alfred, Lillie and little Rosie by 1913.

New siblings weren’t the only thing new in Joe and Rose’s life- they had a daughter who was transformed as a little lack girl from Taft into a millionaire headline overnight.

Headlines such as “Girl’s 112,000 a Year,” “Negro Girl Will Pay Largest Tax,” and “Negro Girl Rich From Oil- Has Income of $475 Daily – More Soon” sensationalized the story of a small girl and her family’s reality. When this gusher was started by the work of B.B. Jones on Sarah’s land, the family still lived frugally in their little cabin.

Photo courtesy of Oklahoma Historical Society
It wasn’t uncommon for white guardians in Oklahoma to be placed in order to protect allotments of freedmen. For whatever the reason, Joe opted to appoint Thomas Jefferson (T.J.) Porter as Sarah’s guardian in July 1913- just a few months before the “gusher” gushed its millions.

Why T.J. Porter? Well, he was, according to the family, a trusted acquaintance. And boy, did the newspapers have a hey-day with his motives. 

This may seem strange to us now, but it was commonplace in this era to have white legal guardians taking a cut of the royalties in order to supposedly “protect” an estate. Guardians got on average of two to six percent of the profits, and in the case of T.J. Porter, he got less than two percent.

When I asked the Rector descendants on their personal feelings about Porter, they described him as being a fair man.

Regardless, he was in control of all bankrolls from Sarah’s newfound wealth.

In November 1913, Joe was receiving $50 per month for Sarah’s care, which was a ton of money in those days.

They even eventually had a seven-passenger Cadillac, a big upgrade from a horse “too old to work.”

It wasn’t long before the accusations came pouring in from outsiders.

The headline on November 29, 1913 in the Chicago Defender 
Sarah and her siblings were perfectly content going to school in Taft, but that didn’t seem to be acceptable of those outsiders looking in.

Due to her newfound wealth, publications across America wrote of marriage proposals, especially those that came from four white men from Germany. “Evidently the color of an heiress does not matter if the color of her gold is genuine,” wrote Edward Curd, Sarah’s attorney. He also concluded that the men that wrote her were “fine looking chaps.”

By October 1913, 11-year-old Sarah Rector received $11,567 in royalties from the gusher.

Booker T. Washington
It was an article in a respectable Black newspaper called the Chicago Defender that turned their worlds upside down. In November 1913, not aware of the monthly allotments Sarah was getting, the newspaper headline read “Richest Colored Girl Forced to Live in Shack.” Claims were made that Sarah was sleeping on the floor and her guardian was only giving her a few dollars a month. The article claimed, "The parents are so ignorant they have no conception whatever the amount of her income and no inclination to assist upon a good education and befitting comforts to her, so little Sarah easily becomes the prey of white men."

That’s all it took. The Washington Post went on to write that Sarah had “little mental capacity.”

These are all lies.

The headlines didn’t shake the foundation of this family, and T.J. Porter had to answer to so many of these accusations. In December 1913, Sarah got a phonograph, a piano, and they built a new five-room home for her and her family.

Between the marriage proposals, the mistreatment of funds and the idea that Sarah was not being furthered academically became a target of the public.  The NAACP got involved due to the continuous reports from the Chicago Defender.  W.E.B. DuBois personally wrote the judge overseeing her allotments and asked that they ensure that little Sarah- not her siblings- receive the best education offered.

November 28, 1918 addition of the Chicago Defender created a stir
with the NAACP
Booker T. Washington allegedly became so concerned about Sarah’s condition- not those of the rest of the family- that he came to the area in the summer of 1914 to inspect her home. Was Sarah sleeping on a dirt floor? Was she in the condition that some had reported her to be in?

That would be a “no.”

It was reported that Sarah had still never slept in a bed (but on a pallet) and she was still living in a “poor house” on her mother’s land.

The truth was that the family was in what we could call in a moderate condition; they were not in dire straits.

Even when the children were still attending school in Taft, the financial problems continued. By Spring 1914, Sarah’s allotments had given the family just over $55,000 in royalties. Just a short time later, the pressure from the NAACP and Black leaders across America who had read her story had Sarah leaving home and heading back to where, ironically, the story began: Alabama. Sarah was to attend the Tuskegee Institute’s elementary school called the Children’s Home, but she wasn’t going to do it alone. Her mother insisted that older sister Becky go along to ensure her younger sister was in good hands.

Even after Sarah and Becky left for Alabama for better schooling, the newspapers reported that they were living in a tent.

Sensationalized media existed even then.

After one year, the girls went to Fisk University’s boarding school before rejoining the Rector family for Christmas break in 1916. No evidence exists that the girls returned to school in Alabama, and it's likely the family moved shortly thereafter to Kansas City.

Most of Sarah’s money was held up in investments across the community and in bonds. By the time she left for school, T.J. Porter had arranged for her to buy over 2,000 acres of land that he then leased for income. One of her bigger investments was in a two-story building in Muskogee at 213-223 S. 2nd St. that included the Busy Bee Café. The top floor was renovated and became the Busy Bee Hotel.

Sarah’s family still remembers hearing stories of the Busy Bee Café.

By the time Sarah was 18, she was worth well over one million dollars. Likely in order to escape scrutiny and not wanting to be the target of some greedy party’s act, Sarah’s family secretly slipped away and moved north to Kansas City by 1917. By 1918, Joe Rector is listed as living at 1218 Euclid in the heart of what was becoming a booming African American community. The family appears to have lived here for at least three years.

As fate would have it, the Rector family would further reside in Kansas City and visit their beloved home of Taft when they could.

The caption suggests Sarah Rector bought the home, but her mother, Rose did.
Published in the Kansas City Sun, September 11, 1920
I found it interesting that her family told me that Sarah never really visited her “homestead” containing the "gusher" that made her millions of dollars; she fell on the wayside as a spectator of her own wealth in the long run. But why visit if a guardian was supervising?

The Rectors settled into the east side of Kansas City in the home Rose bought at 2000 E. 12th, now oftentimes referred to as the Rector Mansion.

Even as the Rectors relocated to Kansas City, there were transactions and business to attend in Oklahoma. By 1918, there were 50 oil wells on Sarah’s land, and a new contract with a Kansas company resulted in a $300,000 signing bonus.

In 1918.

Mama Rose Rector posing inside the Rector Mansion in the 1920s
Photo courtesy of the Rector descendants
Getting that beautiful brick mansion at 2000 E. 12th was a statement to all around the community- they were reformulating the boundaries of acceptance. That property had quite a bit of history that didn’t involve African Americans, which further made the transaction monumental.

They just didn’t think that mansion was lovely, but they set out to buy the block. By 1920, the Rector family, including 18-year-old Sarah, were all living in a home previously occupied by Henry S. Ferguson, president of the U.S. Water & Steam Supply Company. He had lived in the home for over 17 years.

The house, known today (inaccurately) as the Sarah Rector Mansion or House, was actually purchased by Rose Rector for $20,000 after they leased the home for several months. At the time the house was purchased, it was said Sarah was worth one million. The house was known as “Sunset Manor."

Quickly, the entire frontage of 12th St. from Euclid to Garfield was bought with Rector money. Just as had been done while Sarah was under guardianship of T.J. Porter, investing money and leasing land was part of the Rector portfolio.

Not every segment of the Rector history is rosy. Even before the family's wealth, Joe had his run-ins with the law. Joe’s reputation may have made Rose’s parents a bit nervous when they decided to get married. In 1898, Joe was stabbed twice in Twine, once in the right shoulder and once in the left chest. Although it was originally thought he would die from his injuries, he survived.

In 1916, Joe was involved in a lawsuit with his mother over falsified deeds, and in 1920, there was a "disagreement" after a game of cards in Taft that had a gun pulled on him. Luckily, even though the gunman shot at him twice, Joe was unharmed.

Even Joe’s own brother Fred tried to get in on the money management of Sarah’s lands. That alone tells you how contentious, and how important, it was that the family move away.

The Rector Mansion at 2000 E. 12th St.
The Rector family came to Kansas City for a new life and to obviously avoid the misfortunes that overtook other freedman families over money.

In 1922, the Rectors had a really big year-both good and bad.

Sarah wanted nothing more than to have control over her own money after years of guardianship, and even though she had turned 18 in 1920, people still wanted their hands in the pot. Luckily, a judge named Jules E. Guinotte (son of Kansas City pioneer Joseph Guinotte) released her from guardianship and set her free at last.

This was good and bad. At this same time, Joe Rector allegedly received a call from an old acquaintance named Jim Manuel.

Does that last name sound familiar?

Remember those two little children killed by dynamite after their allotments ended up with oil reserves on them?

Headline from the Muskogee Times-Democrat
August 17, 1920
Jim Manuel had allegedly been involved in the dynamite explosion in Taft that killed two children with oil allotments. Albeit, he was not one of the two men who were given life in prison.

He also had a rap sheet that makes Joe look like a saint. 

Jim Manuel had a list of crimes in Oklahoma that reached back to 1895; he was labeled as a “notorious negro” arrested for forgery of five checks, deeds, and for stealing a horse and buggy. He was labeled “a dangerous hombre” when he tried to take a gun into a jail so he could shoot officers.

In 1913, he was said to have a set of gold teeth that would disguise his identity and a warrant in almost every county in Oklahoma. He was “charged with enough misdemeanors to send him to the penitentiary for life.” Instead, they put him in for ten years.

That didn’t last.

Headline featuring Jim Manuel's arrest in the Muskogee
Daily Phoenix, Oct. 19. 1913
In 1919, Jim Manuel was pardoned and then sent to St. Louis to answer for a charge of “using the mails to defraud.” He was charged and convicted of the crime.

Jim Manuel, about 40 years old, was always up to no good. Maybe Joe didn’t see it for some reason, even though Jim was responsible for defrauding his own sister in Taft years before.

As an inmate in the Missouri State Penitentiary, Jim allegedly contacted a Mexican lawyer he knew from prior “endeavors.” The lawyer then contacted the warden and claimed that Jim had lands gushing with oil worth millions of dollars. Jim was described as “60 years old, skinny as a rail, bald headed and without a natural tooth in his head.”

With the pressure of the warden, Jim Manuel was able to allegedly arrange a meeting at the Rector Mansion with a prison guard in tow. He pleaded with Joe, stating that he couldn’t get to the land worth so much money in oil without his help and promised to give him half of the money earned.

Rose Rector definitely didn’t like the scenario, but as her descendants told me, “Mama Rose” was always “including Joe in financial decisions.” Rose was a hard worker as a laundress prior to the financial windfall, and she knew hard work in her day. It was said in many records that she was “stingy.”

Original telegram sent to Mama Rose Rector July 10, 1922 mentioning Joe Rector's body being
transported to Muskogee, Okla. Courtesy of the Rector descendants
The Rectors certainly knew something of his criminal past, but money may have been the motivator here. Sarah Rector had given Mama Rose control of her money, and her father, Joe didn’t have any say.

In order for Jim Manuel to show Joe Rector where the alleged $40,000,000 oil gusher was in Mexico, he had to be free. In turn, Joe was able to talk his wife (allegedly) into paying his $8,000 bond plus $2,000 in expenses to go to Tampico, Mexico and get his half.

Headline in the Muskogee-Times
Democrat, July 11, 1922
This story, for the record, is quite different than the story told to me by the Rector family. They were told that Joe was working on bringing cattle back from Texas when he was shot on a train.

Maybe? That could be true, but it is also a possibility that what the papers reported were embarrassing for the rich Rector family. The truth lies likely somewhere in between these stories.

While on their adventure, Jim Manuel and Joe Rector arrived in Mexico on Joe’s dollar and all the money evaporated while trying to target this land in Tampico. Not too long after arriving, Jim Manuel disappeared into the sunset. All records indicate he never, under his legal name, surfaced in his homeland.

This left Joe all alone, broke, and with the heartache of telling Rose what happened. The newspapers reported with much sensation that he was desperate and finally wired his beloved wife at 2000 E. 12th for the money to get home. Defeated, he “sobbed all the way” to Dallas where “his sorrow killed him” as he traveled by train on his way back to Kansas City.

What?

Joe’s death record tells different story. It shows that from July 7 to July 8, Joe was seen by a doctor at Baylor Hospital in Dallas. His cause of death looks like “trauma” and the underlying cause was kidney disease.

It was known that Joe had prior operations for health reasons.

Regardless, the newspapers registered this unfortunate death as being the fault of Jim Manuel and his scheme for some of the Rector money.

Sarah Rector at her home in
Wyandotte Co.
This death was a blow to his wife, Rose and her children in Kansas City. Mama Rose quickly arranged a train to take her beloved husband’s body back to Taft where it was buried at Blackjack Cemetery in the family plot.

Several stories were shared about the family’s time in the Rector mansion. In the back of the stately home was a two-story carriage house with servant’s quarters on the second floor. It should be no surprise that the family had hired help in the Roaring Twenties, where less than a mile down the road was the booming 18th and Vine district -  the hub of African American social activity.


Shortly after the death of Joe, Sarah married Kenneth Campbell when she was 20 years-old and her sister, Becky married as well. Cars and clothes seemed to be the favorites with the Rector women. A chauffeur was tasked with driving a series of expensive vehicles, including a Rolls Royce. When Rosa, Sarah’s little sister (b. 1913) was forced to go to school, the cries would echo throughout the Rector home.

It became a routine for her to be dressed while still sleeping, put inside the Rolls Royce limo while she still slept, and the chauffeur would struggle to get her out of the car and "get her butt into school.”

A 1925 window display at Kline's at 11th and Main shows the fashionable
items available along Petticoat Lane.
Courtesy Missouri Valley Special Collections, KCPL
In the 1920s, the whole family, including Sarah and her husband, Kenneth lived in the Rector mansion. One of Mama Rose’s chauffeur’s named Emery Nelson got himself involved in a little scheme when a vendor showed up just before Christmas in 1924 to make a sale to the Rector ladies.

$2,000 worth of silk underwear “and other silken wearing apparel” valued at another $500 was stolen from a car outside as the vendor was showing the ladies his new line of silks, trying to make a sale.

The ladies loved finer clothing, but being African American, they were not allowed to shop alongside white patrons in stores along Petticoat Lane. Many stores, including  Emery, Bird, Thayer & Co. (EBT) would shut their doors and allow the Rector women to shop freely.

Spending freely at the most fashionable stores was commonplace for the Rectors in the 1920s. In 1926, Mama Rose must have been a bit embarrassed when the exclusive Vogue Shop at the Hotel Muehlebach, which featured “unusual style and exquisite designing” claimed she wrote a bad check for $388.50.

Kenneth Campbell and Sarah Rector Campbell appeared in the Kansas City Call shortly after their marriage 
Sarah’s husband, Kenneth Campbell focused on real estate development and his Hupmobile car dealership at 18th and Vine. Sarah and her mother, Rose were known for their fancy vehicles they raced around town in. In fact, both women appeared to have a bit of a lead foot. Several speeding tickets were issued to both of them- especially to Sarah.

When she was pulled over in her shiny green and black Cadillac, Sarah would cockily turn to the officer and say, “Don’t you know who I am?!”

Sarah had three children, Kenneth (b. 1925), Leonard (b. 1926) and Clarence (b. 1929) before her marriage- and her finances- fell apart.

Sarah getting into her fashionable car, cir. 1950s.
The history books tell us that the Stock Market Crash in 1929 set the stage for a nationwide Depression that destroyed a myriad number of millionaires. The Rectors were no different. Extensive landholdings in Oklahoma, bonds now worth nothing along with depleting oil royalties marked the end of their overly lavish spending habits. 

It was around this time that the taxes on the Rector mansion came due. Taxes always seemed to be their downfall. The home was sold to the Adkins Funeral Home.

Sarah and her older sister, Becky divorced their husbands and moved to much smaller homes on the east side. In 1930, Sarah was living with her sister and her maternal grandmother at 2440 Brooklyn. In 1934, Sarah married William Crawford, the owner of Dick’s Down Home Cook Shop at 1521 E. 18th St. It was a favorite hangout of the Kansas City Monarchs baseball team.

To be clear, Sarah still had quite a bit of money, but she didn’t have the ability to throw money around like she had once. Her siblings all took on jobs- her mother even for a time went back to working as a maid.

Sarah was known for her extravagant parties that are oftentimes referred to as being in the Rector Mansion on 12th St. where she entertained musicians such as Count Basie and Duke Ellington. There is no doubt that some parties would have occurred in this beautiful home, but the real parties happened, according to her family, when she moved to her home on Lockridge on the east side of Kansas City.

"Dick's Down Home Cook Shop" at 1521 E. 18th St.
Image courtesy of Tonya Bolden
She continued to invest in real estate and owned several homes around 26th and Lockridge. She owned a sprawling farm in Wyandotte County where she invited her mother, siblings, nieces and nephews. Fond memories, although a bit traumatic for little children, included geese chasing the children all the way up to the door of the farmhouse. 

That farm became the gathering place for the family to remove themselves from the heart of Kansas City and likely reminded the Rectors of the simpler life once lived in Taft, Okla. Sarah was quiet and private; her easygoing nature could be witnessed in those visits to the farm.

Sarah’s nieces spent many-a-summer visiting the farm in Wyandotte Co. and visiting family down in Taft. One of Sarah’s dear friends from childhood nicknamed “Big Momma” would race around the dusty landscape chasing chickens- chickens running around without heads.

A few hours later, dinner of fried chicken was hot and on the table. Needless to say, the children would say they weren’t hungry anymore.

(L-R) Jeannie, Roy's wife, Mama Rose and Rosa
At the highest point of her millions, Sarah Rector was said to have had an income larger than that of the President of the United States. Her oil wells at one time produced $2 per minute- she became a national headline and her whole family’s lives would never be the same.

The matriarch of the Rector family, Mama Rose, passed away in 1957 and is buried in Blackjack Cemetery next to her husband and near generations of freedmen trailblazers that led to the unique story of the Rector legacy. Just over 10 years later, Sarah passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage on July 22, 1967. Ironically, her body was brought to C.K. Kerford Funeral Home. Her last stop in Kansas City was none other than the old Rector Mansion at 2000 E. 12th St. where she and her family had once lived a life of luxury. 

Her final resting place in the ground was back where the story began- back in Taft, Oklahoma in that little peaceful parcel of land known as Blackjack Cemetery.

Today, there are many rumors that circulate around the Rectors, and the reason for this began in the headlines that blasted across the nation and world. The lies began then, and unfortunately, many of those lies are still circulated as being the truth. Sarah wasn’t deserted by her parents; she wasn’t left in the care of a white guardian. Her family loved and supported her when they lived in a small two-room cabin on Mama Rose’s allotment, and they loved and supported her when she struck it rich.

The family didn’t leave Kansas City as some have reported; five generations of Rector descendants still call this place home. They have sat back quietly as the rumors about their family recirculate every so often, as that false photo of Sarah is placed at the top of newspaper headlines and social media posts.

They drive by the abandoned Rector Mansion, boarded up and falling into disrepair, wishing that they could find a way to buy it back and bring it to its former glory. They cringe when someone says, “That’s the Sarah Rector mansion!” because the home was for all of the Rectors and purchased by Mama Rose, the matriarch of the family.  

It’s the Rector Mansion. 
A watercolor painting of the Rector Mansion by Pamela Morris (2019) made for the Rector descendants

“We would like to see the house restored and have it become a historic landmark and museum,” the Rector descendants told me around the kitchen table covered with photos, records and family papers. “We have things we would like to share with everyone.”

Sarah Rector at her farm with one of her nieces
The hope in having me write this, they told me, was to dispel so many of the wrongs that have been written over the past 100 years. They showed me incorrect articles from the Smithsonian, a video of a man claiming to be a direct Rector relative who they have never seen (who was shamelessly asking for donations to make a documentary about “his family”), and countless Black history websites that simply get the story wrong.

This article was meant to rectify the Rectors, to give them some peace of mind that their family’s story is, in fact, part of the history of our nation. But if it’s to be told, it must be told in its entirety. This was meant to tell you about their whole family- not just Sarah – as Sarah’s story is interlaced with her grandparents, her parents and her five siblings. Today, it’s kept alive by relentless Rector women set upon making sure their story from now-on is told right.

I am honored- humbled- that I was the one chosen to right some of the wrongs placed upon this family’s legacy and share this family’s powerful place in the pages of history.

Photos in this blog were courtesy of the Rector-Brown-Graves family. Please see below for additional family photos!


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Recommended Reading:
Searching Sarah Rector: The Richest Black Girl in America by Tonya Bolden.
Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI by David Grann
Mama Rose (1886-1957) on the farm

Becky (1901-1968) and Rosa (1913-1992). Rosa's daughters supplied the information for this writing.
Lou (1907-1957)
Alfred (1909-1972)

Roy (1918-1991)
Arthur (1915-1989)


33 comments:

  1. This cemetery? https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/97979/blackjack-cemetery

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  2. By the way, I see on Findagrave, that Sarah (Rector) Crawford died at the General Hospital in Kansas City. Here's a video on the history of General Hospital = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZsAxiscVZY

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  3. Tonya, I love this story it's beautiful. I remember the name but not much more. I grew up in Roeland Park, Ks in the 40's so I should remember some of this. I love KC history. I hope they can get the house back and restored. Love to you, Joyce Hampton Simms

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  4. As a member of the Guinotte family, I follow your blog closely and respect the accuracy, depth and caring you you give to the history of this city. I don't think we could ask for a better historian. Thank you for all the hard work you put into your research and your craft.

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    1. Thank you so much!! I don’t know how I missed this comment before, but I’d love to write about the Guinotte family! And, as you know since I’m you follow my writing, I would want to work with the family! ❤️ You can email me at thefamilygenies@gmail.com

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  5. Thank you for taking the time to research and find the true story of Sarah Rector, and herfamily. I learned of her last year, and recently she came across my messenger page and both times I felt that her story was missing piece of the puzzle. This time I keep researching. I started with her three sons, and with no luck. I came upon your article, and I am glad. Thank you for the knowledge!

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  6. I hope they get the Rector Msnsion back what a besutiful story. Amen

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  7. WOW!!!
    An amazing story!!

    Thank you

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  8. Thank you for writing this excellent art. I found it from a link in a Quora (website) post talking about Sarah. Her story is not one I was familiar with and I am glad to have read your account.

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  9. Thank you for writing this excellent art. I found it from a link in a Quora (website) post talking about Sarah. Her story is not one I was familiar with and I am glad to have read your account.

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  10. I really loved this historical story Black lives matter

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  11. Yes & a white southern democrat stepped in to be her guardian...smh.

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    1. Yes, as was the unfortunate custom. But, as I learned from her family, her guardian was incredibly fair for the era.

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    2. Good Morning Diane , I found your site when entering my grandmothers name and saw that this Story was identical to my grandmother. I will say no more here? Some of your photos are my grandmother. The Creek Nation did something, I have all the documents need.. Could you contact me at 516-244-7386. Thank You, God Bless You

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    3. What about Rosa's children and her grandchildren and great grand children? I found that one of her children had children and more. What about them? Do they not want to be known?

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    4. For this story, I spoke to her nieces who are the genealogists/family historians of the Rectors. They have all the records that are known to exist, and the personal photos of Sarah were destroyed in a fire from my understanding.

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  12. Merci tres interessant l histoire

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  13. Interesting and amazing how your post is! It Is Useful and helpful for me That I like it very much, and I am looking forward to Hearing from your next.. Michael Nunn

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  14. Two many of our black history stories are falsehood,we the people of so many family's should educate our own..And stop killing each other for no reason
    Put down the guns and pick up your history

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  15. Because of caucasians racism and greed, I see she is one of the reasons caucasians supremacy democracy racist attack Black wall street.

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  16. Amazing story. I grew up in Taft. And was familiar with the name but no the whole story

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  17. More information than I had heard before, glad you were able to speak with her descendants.

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  18. More information than I had heard before, glad you were able to speak with her descendants.

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  19. Wonderful read! What of her 3 sons?

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  20. Thank you for writing and sharing the truth for this family! What a great story, and sad at times. I think their story should be shared and taught in schools. This was so much to take in and I am appreciative of you writing their truth!

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  21. Diane, I absolutely love this. I have an Instagram page that I have been working on to bring awareness to things like this right here. I'm so sick of the racism and ignorance of people not understanding what people have done to the black communities as a whole. I wanted to use your blog to post in my page if that is ok with you? I read articles and stories to my followers and they love it. You can check it out if you like it is:
    @generation_light_switch it is a public account and my other page is
    @shellioness.love this is a private account but if send me a request I will accept it. I want to do this today so I hope you get this right now lol. Thanks and I hope we talk soon.

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    1. Hi there! I apologize for my delay. Yes, you can use the writing so long as you reference the website/author!

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  22. I wonder would became of Sara's sons and their children?

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