Virginia Hinckley Pearce, daughter of Gordon B. Hinckley, talks of taking two trips with her father to the site of the Mountain Meadow Massacre — once as a young girl of six years, and again only a few years before her father’s death. Here’s the first visit:
When he finally parked the car, we got out and walked quite a distance until we came to an inauspicious but distinct rock cairn. It was, I believe, surrounded by a simple low rock wall. We all sat down on the wall and after a few moments of silence, Dad told us the story of the Mountain Meadow Massacre.
I don’t remember, of course, the exact words he used, or even the chronology of the events he recited. What I do remember is the compassion and heartbreak evident in Dad’s voice. He wasn’t angry. He said nothing about who was to blame; he simply related as much of the story as he knew, and expressed incredible sadness about the inhumanity of it all.
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