My name is Mr. Beard in nineteen sixty-eight I was seventeen years old about to turn eighteen. I lived in Memphis, Tn there was lots of tension here in Memphis due to the garbage man strike. I would go to school at melrose which is an all black school, I thinks today's schools are different from back then because they are way more diverse. I remember that day I was in downtown getting ready for a march, nothing that day was different other than going through a peaceful march. When we heard that King was assassinated our whole class bowed to pray and cried. After king was shot that night they put a curfew because people started to loot and rioting. That night they had to bring in the national guard. Before and after his death I thought he was a great man. Life changed a little bit because they started having "Black Mondays" which means black people didn't go to school that day, some peoples attitude did change and some didn't.