Help support the 4 Little Girls Memorial Fund

Commemorate history and contribute to the Living Legacy of the 4 Little Girls.


Keeping Their Memory Alive

“As a living legacy to their memory, the 4 Little Girls Memorial Fund furthers the goal of making opportunities available for everyone, regardless of race, by providing scholarships to help deserving students realize their full potential and contribute to society,” Green noted.

“The 4 Little Girls Memorial Fund is a living, breathing, walking legacy of the girls who were not able to live their own lives, go to college and follow their dreams,” said Lisa McNair, sister of Denise, the youngest of the four little girls who died at the age of 11. “It’s our way of keeping their memory alive so that they did not die in vain.”

The goal of this college scholarship fund is simple and straightforward – that from the ashes of hatred and destruction might come tolerance, understanding and unity modeled in the lives of young people.

All proceeds benefit the 4 Little Girls Memorial Fund, a 501(c)3 charitable foundation. Please click on Donate to contribute to the 4 Little Girls Fund.

In an instant they were gone…

Addie Mae Collins, 14

“A sweet, quiet girl…serious and serene.”  Friends and family who knew her best thought, if she had not died at 14, she might have become a teacher or a social worker.

Denise McNair, 11

Always smiling…pretty and smart.” At only 11, she was the youngest of the 4 Little Girls, doted on by both parents and grandparents, and remembered as always doing things to help others. On Sunday mornings, she sometimes sat in the loft beside her mother, who sang in the church choir.

Carole Robertson, 14

Mature and ladylike at just fourteen…she was a person on a mission: she seemed to know exactly where she was going in life… A member of Girl Scout Troop #264, Carole looked impressive in her uniform and sash. She played clarinet in the Parker High School Band and was looking forward to the team’s first football game of the season – scheduled for Monday night, September 16th, 1963…

Cynthia Wesley, 14

“She had a great sense of humor, made jokes, and laughed all the time.” Cynthia also loved being part of a small all-girl social club known as the Cavalettes, who often gathered to talk and socialize, share cookies and punch, and dance. The club had met just the week before and had planned to meet again on Sunday afternoon, September 15, to collect money for new uniforms that were to be ready the next week. That morning, she was preparing to usher in the 11:00 o’clock Youth Sunday service before church clock was abruptly stopped at 10:22…

By their light, we now can see.