What a 39-Year-Old Mother of 5 Taught Me About Conviction On the week of my 39th birthday I was ruminating about being almost 40 when I came across the jarring story of a woman who was 39 years old when she was tragically murdered by the Klu Klux Klan in 1965. Viola Liuzzo had […]
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The week of my 39th birthday, I encountered the story of a woman and mother who died at age 39 in 1965. Her name was Viola Liuzzo. She was shot by members of the Klu Klux Klan in Selma, Alabama while transporting a black teenager in her car. She had just participated in a march, led