Denise McNair's Mother

Watching the film, Four Girls, was heartbreaking.  But in an interview with Denise McNair's mother, thirty years after the death of her little girl, I feel her anguish so powerfully that I feel teary every time I think of it.

Her words come out haltingly, her pain as raw as if the murder had happened that day, not thirty years before.

They carried me on to my mother's house

And when I got there

I couldn't stop hollering

I couldn't stop screaming....

And I can  just see myself

Sitting in that chair

Being so upset

In a place I wanted to rub

And I couldn't rub it....