Journal Entry #5

September 23rd, 1963

Today was Sunday and Joetta has to go to Sunday school. After she left with a couple of neighbours, everyone else fell back asleep. We soon awoke to a giant BOOM! I instantly knew something had blown up somwhere. I put on my pants and ran outside bare footed. When I got around the block I realized that the same church Joey goes to Sunday school in just blew up. I was so shocked that I was paralized. My mouth flew open and I couldn't move. I just thought about Joey. Soon, out of the blue I saw Kenny running. I wasn't paralyzed and could move. I ran after wondering where he was going. It was home. What was he going home for. When I got inside and looked around I saw Kenny and Joetta talking. I hoped the two of them didn't see what I saw. Apparentely they did. They were talking about the four little girls who were lying down in the grass. It didn't take much brains to know that they were dead. I ran back to the blown up church and brought mom and dad home. We were happy that we were safe but we were also star struck bhy what just went on. I knew it had to be some white folks that were moving along with the segregation of black people.