This is a flat-out lie. Here is Dr. Rice speaking at Commencement at Stanford in 2002:
The 1963 bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church was meant to suck hope out of the future by showing that hope could be killed -- child by child. My neighborhood friend, Denise McNair, was killed in that bombing, and though I didn't see it, I heard it a few blocks away. And it is a sound that I can still hear today. [whole speech here].
More about the bombing:
Rice remembers being frightened, by not only the church bombing but many others before and after. By this time, Birmingham was known to the world as Bombingham. One bomb devastated the home of the Rices' friend Arthur Shores, a prominent black lawyer for civil rights causes. A firebomb was tossed in Titusville, but didn't go off. Rice's father went to police headquarters to demand an investigation. "They didn't investigate," she says. "They never investigated."
That story, likes the following anecdotes, is from a profile in WaPost [read the whole article here] :
LONG AGO, in segregated Birmingham, on the children's floor of a downtown department store, a white saleslady spotted an exquisitely dressed black mother heading with her young daughter for fitting rooms reserved for whites only. The year was 1961, and downtown Birmingham was an apartheid society, with blacks assigned inferior status in where they ate, where they relieved themselves, even where little girls tried on pretty dresses.
The saleslady stepped into the path of the mother and child, took the dress from the little girl and motioned to a storage room. "She'll have to try it on in there," she said.
No sooner had the clerk laid down the law than the black mother upped the ante. Stepping coolly out of her caste as a "colored" woman, she addressed the clerk as the hired help she was: "My daughter will try on this dress in a dressing room, or I'm not spending my money here."
This was not the only such episode:
Condi Rice recalls another shopping trip when she saw a pretty hat and was touching it admiringly, when a white saleswoman snapped, as if addressing a dog, "Get your hands off that!" In an instant, Angelena Rice was warning the woman through clenched teeth, "Don't talk to my daughter that way," then lovingly instructing her little girl, "Condoleezza, go touch every hat in this store." Rice happily complied.
More from the same article:
FROM INSIDE HER PARENTS' MODEST, two-bedroom bungalow at the corner of Center Way and Ninth Terrace, Condi Rice saw herself as just one of the girls. All her playmates lived in an all black, upwardly mobile world. From school to church to ballet classes, they all had the same watchwords "twice as good," which meant you had to be twice as good as white kids to pull even (three times as good to pass them).
Racism was always there, "but so there there all the time that you ceased to notice its existence," Rice recalls. If children asked about it, she and her friends remember, grown-ups often responded, "Don't worry about it. It's not your problem."
The present-day race establishment can't forgive Dr. Rice's insistence that her family were not passive victims waiting for an elite to liberate them. Of course she supports the original goals of the Civil Rights Movement, but she still tells Booker T. Washington's version of the story about race in America: that black people had the potential to undermine the system through education, dignity, and hard work. She believes that Washington's program was working, and that the Civil Rights movement only hastened the inevitable. I have the impression that she believes that black people like her family made the Civil Rights Movement possible by decades of slow, patient labor.
It's ironic that her perspective is sometimes shrugged off as the viewpoint of "privileged" middle class blacks. How do they think that the Rices and Rays got to be middle class? The Booker T. Washington view was that ordinary black folk (like both of Dr. Rice's grandfathers!) could rise above the system by force of character. The dominant view today is that of WEB Du Bois, who always believed that ordinary "ignorant" black people needed to be rescued by an elite, whether by northern free blacks like himself or (at the end of his life) by the Communist Party.