At the church, a 14-year old girl answers the phone. It's a man. She doesn't understand the call. "Three minutes." The voice could have been anyone of the four men, Thomas Edwin Blanton, Herman Frank Cash, Robert Edward Chambliss or Bobby Frank Cherry. Who knows! So the little girl hangs up. She's not thinking of hate. Certainly not thinking that someone is mean-spirited enough to taunt the children, preparing for Sunday school in the basement where the bomb sits nearby
We know now that someone fitting the description of Chambliss ("Dynamite Bob") was seen at the scene of the crime as the charred bodies of those four children are removed from the rumble.
Fifteen sticks of dynamite. The men set it up early in the morning when black children are waking up not thinking hate. And it's set to go off when no one is remembering it's Dynamite Hill.
Addie was 14, as was Carole and Cynthia. Carol Denise was just 11-years old. Other s injured that day were children too.
And if you were to ask white Americans about this history of terrorism on American soil, you'd be asked to "get past it." Let's "heal." Let's focus on "healing"!
How cruel of those fighting to maintain the narrative of innocence to demand that black Americans heal.
There's nothing to be done about the past! Heal!
The tension is as palpable as bayonets and 15 sticks of dynamite!
Theodore Wafer, Dylann Roof, Timothy Loehmann, or Frank Garmback one is the other and the other another.
How many narratives about "Dynamite Hills" before and since September 15, 1963? How many police shootings accompanied by society's anticipation of an acquittal? Long after the minstrel shows of the late 19th and early 20th Centuries, blackface photos of politicians and PMs, former Ivy League alumni and working class citizens, speak to the level of acceptable ignorance reinforcing the racial hierarchy, which, in turn, stays the cash flow moving from the bottom to the top.
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