My grandmother could have never imagined what would happen to Martin Luther King Jr. To tell this story, we must start when she lived in a small town with no segregation. She later moved to Memphis with her family and was shocked at the signs that divided restrooms, businesses, and even water fountains into categories called "colored" and "white". She always thought those rules were unneeded. She then graduated, got married, and began to work for Ben O' Logue Insurance. They never had much money, but they always had friends and family to have gatherings with. She lived in a duplex and would ski on Saturdays and go to church on Sundays. On the day Martin Luther King was assassinated, she was getting gas at a gas station close to home. As she was flipping through the radio broadcasts, she thought she heard the news that MLK had been shot. She told the gas attendant what she had heard, and he said that it was a good thing. She had a cold chill run down her spine like on the day JFK was killed. They watched the news, made supper and ate it like any other night. She could not recall if the riots started or a curfew was put in place in first. They often had cookouts with neighbors, but rarely went outside after dark. She always believed that Martin Luther King Jr. was doing the right thing. "It is an American thing and a God thing." She says he was flawed like we all are, but still right. Slowly, people became more accepting of others and became normal again.