Almost Like a Train Coming

It was quite a day when it happened. I remember being at a church which was a few blocks away from the 16th Street Baptist Church, and just being completely shocked by the sound. It was almost like a train coming. Then about an hour later, word started to spread on what had happened. Everybody rushed home to watch television. It was just awful. Then we learned the names of the little girls who had been killed, and everybody knew at least one of them. I knew Denise McNair. She grew up in my neighborhood. Her dad was the photographer who...