Like any other day we were working at our restaurant, King Burger. I was thirty-three (Mr. M.) and my wife (Ms. M.) was thirty-two. At the time we owned two local diners. Unlike other local businesses, we served everyone no matter their color. Our burger restaurants were unique because we had both a section for whites and also a section for colored people. At the time of Dr. King's assignation the restaurant's seating area had been conjoined. There was no segregation in any of our businesses in 1968. We even had 2 or 3 black employees working at the King Burger. People then got along better then than they do now, unlike popular opinion. At this time there had just been a garbage strike so people fled to Memphis to riot. Many of the agitators came from Jackson and Chicago so they had no direct affiliation with the city. On April 4, the day of the shooting, I (Mr. M.) was at work at King Burger. I (Ms. M.) was at home with our children. Next thing I (Mr. M.) knew the streets were clear and it was like a ghost town. All the stores shut down immediately. We were told to stay of the streets. I (Mr. M.) chose to keep the King Burger open that night to feed the police officers for free. The following days were morbid and murky. The city lost all life and local businesses remained closed. We were all given a curfew after the shooting. I (Mr. M.) continued to open my restaurant and feed the officers. Each night I (Mr. M.) would be escorted home because I (Mr. M.) had been feeding police after curfew. I (Ms. M.) remember it being a very exciting time. We had never really experienced anything like it. People were not happy and were talking about uprisings. The public was scared to death because a shooting like that was so unusual and no one knew how far the rioting would go. I (Mr. M.) remember people being more orderly back then, not like today where people shoot others all the time. I (Ms. M.) remember thinking how awful it was for someone to kill anyone regardless of their race. Everyone sat by their radios that night trying to get information and find the shooter that was still out there. Many false accusations were made about different "suspicious" people in the crowds. We didn't really have a personal opinion on Dr. King because we knew very little about him and couldn't keep up with him since we didn't have TVs. The police officers would fill us in on any riots or speeches as they came in to eat. After Dr. King's death, people moved here from Chicago and tried to influence Memphis' view of racism. The city was never the same after the shooting of Dr. Martin Luther King.