I remember about the day King was assassinated. It was horrible I cryed the whole day. I heard Police Siren's everywhere people where noting. I am glad that I was at the houses at and sound. the next day we couldn't even go to school.
I was 12 years old and we live on a Four Room house. in Orange Mound (2598 Supreme) there were six people in that two bed room house. My mom worked for white people, she was a maid. My daddy worked at cotton gen in downtown Memphis.
I was unaware of the racial confits ; .because my days weren't filled with any spikes. It was all normal to me I went to a all black school. Blacks couldn't drink from rugular water fountain; We had to sit to sit at the back of the bus. But it was normal to me; until one day I was at the store said "bow your head, don't look at me nigger. then I got more aware a the fact there are many raciest people.
After King was shot there were no more quite times. I was sad , angry and most of all I was confused. I was cofused because I didn't understand why they would killed such a good man. Because of him I can see my children and my grandchildren grow up and be able to vote drink out of same water fountains as whites