I was babysitting the night of April 4th, 1968. The day had started as any other day, but ended very tragically and differently. I had gone to school, came home, did my homework, and was off to babysit. I never knew that in the pull of a trigger that all of history would be changed forever. When I had found out, I was shocked and scared because I couldn't go home since I was watching the children. The city had put out a curfew, which I had to break since the parents didn't get home until 9:00 pm. I was so scared to walk home alone since I was breaking curfew, and was scared of how others would react to the killing. I had been around African Americans all my life, seeing that I was raised by my parents and The Help. My families maid had never been malicious towards me, I fact she was my second mom. We cared and loved each other. Nothing could get in the way, except for society. She took me to the zoo one day and we were turned away, we were rejected because we didn't have the same skin color. As a young child, I didn't understand this, but I was hurt for the both of us. I was afraid of Dr. King because I had never seen a human with so much passion before, it was the best kind of fear, I feared his strength. When Dr. King died I think people became scared because they relived you could kill the man, but nit his dream. After his death, I think more progress was made. The whites and blacks began to work together to fight the wrongs and injustices. I didn't understand why people judged by the color of someone's skin, and I never will. If you take of the thin layer of skin, we are all the same. Only God has the power to judge, not any other humans.