Tulsa, surreal territory

I insist. If the great Gabriel García Márquez had lived in Tulsa, then he would not have named his town of magical realism as Macondo. 

Only here, in the Midwest, do things happen that could not happen anywhere else. For evidence, here is a list of  complaints:

In 1921, Tulsa was the site of the most violent racial and social riot in modern U.S.  history. To top it off, the city still proudly displays its title as the country’s Bible belt.

Before the existence of Arizona’s monstrous S.B. 1070 or the child-devouring H.B. 56 of Alabama, the infamous H.B. 1804 had been born in 2007. Tulsa was the only city in all of  Oklahoma that led a campaign, including billboards, that denounced the abuses of the law.

In August 2007, Tulsa County Sheriff Stanley Glanz publicly spoke wonders about his department, especially for the deportation of undocumented immigrants, including those from Puerto Rico. Yes, Puerto Rico! So far, there has been no explanation.

Of all the bilingual weekly newspapers in the U.S., the Hispano de Tulsa, was named the best in 2011 by the National Association of Hispanic Publications. About this, not a word was mentioned in the English-language news media.

The largest Native American art museum in the world is headquartered in Tulsa. However, little is said about the genocide and humiliation that the indigenous people during what has become known as the Trail of Tears.

The Jazz Hall of Fame Jazz is not in New Orleans or Louisiana, but in Tulsa.

And for those of you who do not know, the center of the universe, is in Tulsa, in the middle of Boston Avenue.