Don't tell me you can't... Just Keep It Movin'

Today marks the 49th anniversary of the bombing of the 16th avenue Baptist Church.  Here's why that's important...

The Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in Birmingham was used as a meeting-place for civil rights leaders such as Martin Luther King, Ralph David Abernathy and Fred Shutterworth. Tensions became high when the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) and the Congress on Racial Equality (CORE) became involved in a campaign to register African American to vote in Birmingham.

On Sunday, 15th September, 1963, a white man was seen getting out of a white and turquoise Chevrolet car and placing a box under the steps of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. Soon afterwards, at 10.22 a.m., the bomb exploded killing Denise McNair (11), Addie Mae Collins (14), Carole Robertson (14) and Cynthia Wesley (14). The four girls had been attending Sunday school classes at the church. Twenty-three other people were also hurt by the blast.

A witness identified Robert Chambliss, a member of the Ku Klux Klan, as the man who placed the bomb under the steps of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. He was arrested and charged with murder and possessing a box of 122 sticks of dynamite without a permit. On 8th October, 1963, Chambliss was found not guilty of murder and received a hundred-dollar fine and a six-month jail sentence for having the dynamite.

The case was unsolved until Bill Baxley was elected attorney general of Alabama. He requested the original Federal Bureau of Investigation files on the case and discovered that the organization had accumulated a great deal of evidence against Chambliss that had not been used in the original trial.

In November, 1977 Chambliss was tried once again for the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church bombing. Now aged 73, Chambliss was found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. Chambliss died in an Alabama prison on 29th October, 1985. 

On 17th May, 2000, the FBI announced that the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church bombing had been carried out by the Ku Klux Klan splinter group, the Cahaba Boys. It was claimed that four men, Robert Chambliss, Herman Cash, Thomas Blanton and Bobby Cherry had been responsible for the crime. Cash was dead but Blanton and Cherry were arrested and Blanton has since been tried and convicted. Cherry was deemed unfit to stand trial.

Human Rights, Basic Dignity and Justice have not been easy roads.  But we put on our armour and we walk them anyway.  The obstacles become different and so we must remove them differently, BUT WE KEEP IT MOVIN'.  So as legal challenges are being mounted in the courts, we need to make sure that Senior Centers are being attended to so that our seniors can get their pass books (oops sorry, I mean voter ID).  We need to canvas our friends and neighbors to ensure they are registered and have the identification they need.  We need to talk to our young adults before they get to involved in their studies to make sure they have either registered to vote by mail; will be coming home to vote or have the proper identification to vote where they are.  And by the way, if you live in one of the 26 states that now require pass books (Darn, I mean voter IDs) you need to figure out what you need!  

The bottom line:  KEEP THIS TRAIN MOVIN' It's not only a responsibility, it's an obligation.

King Holiday Ramblings

No one tells a story like Nina Simone. And this song ... produced a few days after the King assassination demonstrates that.

I usually don't focus on King's assassination during his birthday remembrance. But hearing this song today; struggling through this politically toxic year; and treading water through this heart wrenching week the King assassination, for me, has come front and center.




Spring has always been characterized as a time of hope and newness. It's my favorite season because the bright colors of blooming trees and flowers return to my part of the world. Birds songs get a little louder. Windows can remain open to fresh air and all the sounds that were deadened by the need to close ourselves off from the harsh winter cold. But the spring of 1968 was an emotional contradiction. It was the WTF?!? of my generation. And no sooner had we begun the healing from the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. in April, we were confronted with the assassination of Robert Kennedy in June.

It's funny how some memories remain resident in your body, waiting for a trigger to reignite them. It's this way for me with this song. It's the trigger for that time and place. It reignites the images, the smells, the feelings. And, coupled with the recent assassinations and assassination attempts in Tuscon, I have been a walking vessel of historical emotions.

I'm was young, fearless, naive and angry. (Not so different from many college students of the '60s.) And, I was also disturbed, restless and impatient. But underneath it all there was this incredible sadness that filled every chamber of my heart. It's funny that now as I remember that time the feeling most present for me is the sadness. The overwhelming sense of loss. The recognition of the fact that a huge void has appeared and replaced the hope of a better world and country. I find myself asking the same question today that I asked myself in 1968. It's another WTF?!? moment. My response is a lot more subdued. I suppose it has something to do with the loss of youth and with it some of that naivete and maybe even some of impatience. Lord knows that I continue to be disturbed and I pray hard enough to never to be motivated by fear.




As we move from the winter months into spring I believe that the resolve of this country will be tested again: as it was with "disunion" and secession; as it was civil rights; as it was with women's rights. It is my hope that we can meet these challenges with less pain, bloodshed and violent discourse then we have in the past It is my hope that come spring we can open our windows to the fresh air of a new day. It is my hope that we will embrace the gift of bright warm colors, and a more vibrant a life sustaining song.