She was living in Clayton, Alabama, then a tiny segregated town in the Jim Crow South. Her father was George Wallace, the future Alabama governor and archvillain of the civil rights movement who stood in schoolhouse doors to block black students from enrolling and once declared, "segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever."
That version of her father, though, didn't yet exist for Peggy Wallace in 1958. She knew her father as the charmer with the Brylcreemed hair who handed her M&M's, called her "sugah" and never talked politics at home.
But her world shifted one day when her mother sent her to a black seamstress to get some clothes mended.
As she climbed the steps to the seamstress's home, Peggy heard the woman's voice from inside the house say, "George Wallace don't want his daughter to be up in no n***** house."
She froze, pirouetted, slowly walked back down the steps and went home. She never said anything to the woman.
Her book is an unflinching look at how her father's politics warped his personal life and clouded his daughter's conscience. Kennedy still occasionally encounters people who shun her because of her father, who died in 1998.
"If I had asked daddy in the summer of 1958 if he was a racist, I'm not sure what he would have said," she wrote about the time of her encounter with the black seamstress.
"For many years, I felt obligated to defend Daddy's character and actions. I took the official Wallace line: Daddy was a segregationist but not a racist."
Not anymore. With startling candor, Kennedy takes on her own denial as well as her father's. The memoir also deftly recreates the small Southern world she grew up in and the strange reality of Jim Crow, where whites treated black servants like beloved family members in private but second-class citizens in public.
The memoir is filled with some heart-stopping moments: Rep. John Lewis (D-Ga.), the civil rights icon, offering a startling tribute to Kennedy in 2017 that left her speechless; her father reaching out to black people for forgiveness in a church near the end of his life after a would-be assassin's bullet had paralyzed him; Kennedy holding hands with the Rev. Bernice King, King's youngest daughter, in 2015 as they retraced the steps of the historic Selma to Montgomery march
"I could not help but wonder how the course of history might have been changed if Martin Luther King and daddy had known that one day, right down here in Alabama, that little black girl and that little white girl holding hands would be their own daughters," Kennedy wrote about that moment.
Today Kennedy has found her own public voice as an activist and speaker who has been honored by several civil and human rights groups. She lives in an elegant home in Montgomery, Alabama, with her husband of 45 years, Justice H. Mark Kennedy
, the co-author of her book.
They are the parents of two adult sons. Leigh Kennedy is an Iraq War veteran and a US Army Major in Washington, D.C., while Burns Kennedy is a data analyst for Ebsco, an information services company based in Birmingham, Alabama.
Warm and gracious in person, Kennedy, 69, talked with CNN about her memoir. Her answers have been edited for brevity and clarity.
Were there unexpected emotions you experienced writing this book?
Yes, of course. Sometimes we would have to take a break two or three times a day to kind of let me catch up. My mother's illness and passing away was difficult for me to relive. I had to take a few days to kind of recover from that. And of course my father's illness and dying took me a couple of days.
That scene with the black seamstress, the one who said your father wouldn't want you in her house -- why did that make a mark?
I was eight years old and I just didn't understand why she would have said that. It hurt me very badly. I couldn't see her, but I knew she was behind the screen door. It really hurt me. I didn't understand. Of course I do now. It just stayed with me.