 During the wee hours of the morning, a steady stream of Black Tulsans began to flee the city, leaving their charred homes and businesses behind, hoping to find safety in the surrounding countryside. Many were killed by whites along the way. One week following the massacre, largely homeless, now penniless, what was left of Tulsa's Black synergy managed to make their way back to Greenwood. However, Greenwood, as they knew and loved it, was gone.