Hello, my name is Bobby C., and I will be sharing the story of my day and night when Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot and killed in Memphis, Tennessee. In the year 1968, I was 27 years old and worked ten to twelve hours a day. Whenever I got home from work or had some free time, I would work on a home project, such as a car or home improvements. Our family lived Whitehaven, just south of downtown, near Graceland. When I was in high school, many of my friends pursued musical careers. Also, my first and only child, Collin, was to be born in a year during this time. When Dr. King was assassinated, I was taking music lessons downtown. When I left my music lesson, the streets we're completely empty: no cars or people in sight. I had no idea what was going on, so I went across the street to the Ranch Restaurant to get a hamburger. When I walked into the restaurant, the employees were packing up to end the day. I asked, "why are y'all packing up?" The employees told me that Dr. King had been shot, so I got my lunch and went home. That day was very different from every other day. An 8 PM curfew was issued for the rest of the week in all parts of Memphis. Also, there were dozens of uprisings, such as people burning down convenience stores and protests, similar to those in Ferguson, Missouri. Later that day and during the week, the United States National Guard was called in to help control the protestors throughout the city. When I got home, the TV was exploding with news reports about King's death. Before his death, I didn't know much about Dr. King. His life prior to his death was not broadcasted as widespread as his death was. His death was very prominent compared to his life before. The media, however, only glamorized King's life after he died. One fact that surprises me is the fact that King's trip to Memphis was actually delayed. Dr. King was supposed to visit Memphis three weeks prior to the actual date that he came to Memphis. His visit was delayed by a snowstorm that spit out twenty inches of snow. This event drastically changed the lives of people all around Memphis; however, my life was not drastically affected by the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.