Dear Friend,
My vacation here in Birmingham, Alabama, was great at first. I was enjoying meeting new people and going on shopping sprees until September 15, 1963. I was walking down the street to see a church that I had been told was absolutely beautiful. I was about 300 feet away when a bomb went off. The building exploded, and the next thing I heard was a bunch of people screaming. People came pouring out of the church. Some of them were bleeding profusely. I screamed and ran towards the church. I grabbed as much as I could to try to help the injured. People were sobbing and screaming for help. A few minutes later, the police showed up, followed by the ambulance and the fire department. I was trying to think of anybody that I saw that looked suspicious. Nobody came to mind.
After some time went by, the police blocked off the area. I saw about four families sobbing more than any other. A police officer went over to them, and I heard him tell them that the kids were in serious condition. They screamed and were saying things like "My baby!" I assumed that the children were injured very badly. I stayed for about and hour and a half to try to get as much informations as I could. Then I had to leave because I got hungry. I went to a diner, and I ordered a ham and cheese sandwich. I was in the middle of eating when somebody turned on the TV. The local news was on. There was a story about the bombing. As far as they knew, four girls had passed away. They showed pictures of the families crying. I recognized the people! They were the people that the police were talking to!
The bombing was an awful thing, but it helped all of America and the rest of the world realize just how badly African Americans and other races) were being treated. Four amazing girls were taken away from the world, but it led to segregation being ended. I'm sure that they will always be remembered forever by the friends and family of the children that died in the bombing.
From,
Kiersten
My vacation here in Birmingham, Alabama, was great at first. I was enjoying meeting new people and going on shopping sprees until September 15, 1963. I was walking down the street to see a church that I had been told was absolutely beautiful. I was about 300 feet away when a bomb went off. The building exploded, and the next thing I heard was a bunch of people screaming. People came pouring out of the church. Some of them were bleeding profusely. I screamed and ran towards the church. I grabbed as much as I could to try to help the injured. People were sobbing and screaming for help. A few minutes later, the police showed up, followed by the ambulance and the fire department. I was trying to think of anybody that I saw that looked suspicious. Nobody came to mind.
After some time went by, the police blocked off the area. I saw about four families sobbing more than any other. A police officer went over to them, and I heard him tell them that the kids were in serious condition. They screamed and were saying things like "My baby!" I assumed that the children were injured very badly. I stayed for about and hour and a half to try to get as much informations as I could. Then I had to leave because I got hungry. I went to a diner, and I ordered a ham and cheese sandwich. I was in the middle of eating when somebody turned on the TV. The local news was on. There was a story about the bombing. As far as they knew, four girls had passed away. They showed pictures of the families crying. I recognized the people! They were the people that the police were talking to!
The bombing was an awful thing, but it helped all of America and the rest of the world realize just how badly African Americans and other races) were being treated. Four amazing girls were taken away from the world, but it led to segregation being ended. I'm sure that they will always be remembered forever by the friends and family of the children that died in the bombing.
From,
Kiersten