It is 1969 in a small southern town. The 16-year-old daughter of a White Southern Baptist preacher invites her new Black friends to her annual party. Church members threaten her father, but he refuses to cancel the event. A shotgun blast rips through the family’s home during the party. The response of both church and community afterward shatters the girl’s faith. She returns in her 70s to tell the story and re-examine it in a country still firmly grounded in White supremacy. While interviewing people she knew back then, she is blind-sided by love with the boy, now a man, whose hand she clung to after the shot hit the house. I was that girl, and I married that man.
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