The bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church has always resonated with me in a personal way. I’m not sure why considering that it happened before I was born. Maybe because I grew up just sixty  miles northeast of where it happened. Or perhaps it was the youth of its victims. I’m not really sure. It has always bugged me that they’re always referred to as ‘four little girls.’ That phrase seems to have stripped Addie, Denise, Cynthia and Carole of their personhood. Then again, maybe that’s just what history does.

When I wrote Rock Star I gave three of my characters their names, and I wondered if anyone would notice. So far, one reader has and I’m really impressed. Unfortunately, I deleted her email accidentally. I hope she’ll contact me again, that is just so cool. 

Someday  I plan to do a quilt to commemorate them. Perhaps a stained glass quilt similar to the hella cool one in this picture. I’m not sure, but I think I’ll always  feel the need to make sure they’re remembered as people.

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