Oftentimes, I feel like I’m catching up on all the history I neglected to put to memory in Mr. Backlund’s 11th grade history class.
It was my privilege not to know, not to have to remember, not to think that the events of our past have anything to do with the events of today. But, just like you, I’m learning and growing and changing – and the article I want to point you to today proves just that.
Head over to For Every Mom and read about how it took 39 years for justice to come for the four little girls killed in the Birmingham church bombing. Otherwise, you can read a little bit here:
Cynthia Wesley. Carole Robertson. Addie Mae Collins. Denise McNair.
Chances are, you’ve never heard their names. But we should all KNOW them, and make them known. They are American martyrs, children killed by adults filled with hate.
On the morning of September 15, 1963, less than a month after Martin Luther King Jr. led more than 250,000 people in a march on Washington, DC, the phone rang off the hook at Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama. The southern town had seen its share of violence during the Civil Rights Movement – after all, in this hotbed of segregation, the Ku Klux Klan, a morally corrupt government, and the voices of whites with deeply rooted Confederate ties called the shots. But the church secretary and her junior assistant, Carolyn, couldn’t figure out why callers kept hanging up, menacing voices threatening to bomb the church.
Then the phone rang one last time.
Curious as to the rest of the story? Head over to For Every Mom to read more about Cynthia, Carole, Addie Mae and Denise.
Because, y’all: it’s an honor to learn.
What stories of America’s past are you still learning today? How does hearing the first name of those young girls killed change YOU?