The year was 1968. The place was Memphis, Tennessee. Twenty-two year old Sherma R. was having a normal day of taking care of her first born child, Christie. Her husband was away working at his barber shop. This was an average day for Sherma. She did not realize that in a few short hours, every thing would begin to change for good. Sherma knew of the Civil Rights Movement and that there was much segregation throughout the city. She recalls different doors that white and colored folks had to enter through; never to cross the same path. She even states that there were different schools for black and white children and that the black children didn't receive the same education that the white children did. She remembers the day that King was shot. She says that she was at home doing small chores here and there to keep the house looking fresh when all of a sudden the television blared the news of King's assassination. This was a shock to Sherma. She even states that before his assassination she was not very informed of the movement and thought King to be an instigator of the situations at hand. She saw after that he had a greater good in mind. She says that everything around changed right in front of her eyes. The night of king's death, there was a city-wide curfew established. This was to keep Memphians safe; however, her family was out of baby food! She remembers that night driving all the way down into Mississippi to get some baby food for their child to eat. She recalls the nerve wracking feelings she got as they drove down long, deserted streets. No lights on in stores or restaurants. No cars zooming by. No people making their way down the street. Memphis seemed to have become a ghost town. This rattled Sherma. The city she had loved had become fear-driven. She says that King' message brought about the good in this nation. She realizes that King was a revolutionist of his time and many times to come.