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Parrishner 6

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September 15,1963....... Suddenly a very loud noise just filled Alabama. You could hear it from Montgomry to Auburn. What was it? Who was it? Why did it happen? These are the questions that went through my  mind at this point. I was so curious and, in fact, I could not keep myself from walking outside into the siren filled air. I walked outside and I saw a black cloud of smoke. This made my curiosity get the best of me as I broke into a fast walk or even a jog or run towards the black smoke. When I was running the thoughts going through my mind were questions.  They were the same one I had before but couldn't answer. Who was it? What was it? Why did ths happen? I kept thinking and thinking and running. At this point I was just wondering how much longer it would be until I got there. The smoke filled the air and my lungs and made it hard to breathe. I stopped running and started to walk moe slowly. Then I saw the missing pieces of the puzzle. The 16th Street Baptist Church had been bombed! I could not believe it and I fell to my knees and I prayed. I prayed that the four girls in the church would make it to see tomorrow.  Those four girls, Denise McNair, Cynthia Wesley, Carol Robertson and Addie Mae Collins, were killed and noone in Alabama will forget this - the day that the 16th Street Baptist Church was bombed!

 

 

 

September 16, 1963.....I still can't believe that our church was bombed! This leads to many new questions and curiosities. I have to figure this puzzle out! This makes me think of those questions again and it also makes me walk outside to find more information. The four girls must have been on their way to church or Sunday School or something along those lines. I am so confused and I don't know what to do with myself! For some reason I can not get away from the fact that my church has been bombed, the church that I have been going to for all of my life, the church that my mom, my dad, and my two brothers go to every Sunday and pray to God. This agonizing pain fills my body as I pour myself a glass of water. I sit down and take a cool sip of the cold crisp water.  As it enters my throat I think of what I can do to help. I go back to the refrigerator and then I look outside and see everyone else in their shotgun houses looking around. I guess they're looking for the same reasons that I am.  Nobody understands why this has happened.

 

 

 

 This poor town had to suffer the terible things that the KKK did. I wish that we were all free to do whatever we want and whenever we want to do it. Why can't we have President Lincoln be our president? I wish that somehow we could go back in time and somehow change history so that everyone was truly free! I wish that the no difference if you were white, black, gray, blue or even green.  Everyone should be equal. I got up and walked outside again to talk with the neighbors to see what they thought of the situation. I went next door to find that the neighbors had been talking and they decided that they needed to do something about the cause. This was my chance! I could help the cause by talking with other people to make an even bigger difference in this small town! We all went into my neighbor's house to figure out the plan.  I thought therre was going to be a lot of arguing at this meeting. Surprisingly, everyone was in a good mood and wanted to collaborate on a good long term plan. People were throwing out ideas that were likely to raise money to help rebuild. The only problem is that no one wants to give to an African American cause except African Americans and they don't have that much money. The white folks don't want to pay us for the hard work we do!

 

 

 

The plan was that we would go to everyone's house to comfort them in this time of need.  We all thought this was a good idea because it was not against the law. It was not going to offend any one and it was a good plan! The first house that we went to was Denise McNair's house. Once we knocked on the door we saw an elderly lady crying and then we saw her signal to us to come in. We tried to get over the feeling that her daughter is gone and will never come back. This is not the easiest task when you have to get an elderly woman's mind off a loved one that she has lost. We realized that this would be a lot harder than we thought. She decides that she wants to be alone and so we leave.

 

 

 

We go back to the neighbor's house that we were in before and sit down to a cup of coffee and some finger sandwiches. We try to  picture what it would be like if you or I had lost a loved one. We think and we start to brain storm on the subject. You hear people say that it would be like someone rip your heart out and then put it back in and not give you the laughing gas. We decide that will have to do for now and then we move on to how we can treat the subject. We are stumped with this one. How can we help a depressed soul? The next day we try to get the other moms' minds off there daughters. WE FAIL,we think. The next day I got a thank you note from the four moms about how grateful they were for our help. We hope that we made a difference.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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