It was April 4, 1968. Another airy spring day Thursday afternoon in Memphis, T.N. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. A.K.A MLK was visiting on account for a speech. Across town in a quaint area called Oakhaven, a young woman by the name of Linda H. was leaving work at Holiday Inn located downtown. She was going to get her hair done (like she did every Thursday) and drove over to her beauty salon. Linda was about to leave when her mother called her, "Hun, would you like your father to come pick you up?" "No, thanks. I'm good." Little did she know, a man was assassinated, in her hometown. She was driving home when she noticed the tense atmosphere. "What's going on?" she asked herself. See, Memphis used to be one of the Top 10 Cleanest Cities, so trouble wasn't very common. Everyday, Linda would eat breakfast,work,meet up with friends,and go home. That day was an exception. That was her daily schedule. She never went to any of Dr. Kings speeches, or even realized that African Americans had any problems. When she arrived home, she heard the news of Dr.King's passing. At the moment she was furious, "Why did he have to come and ruin our town?" Linda was raised in a bubble, not exposed to the real world. Then -BOOM!- that protective little bubble popped and the world reared its ugly head to her. That night they had curfew, and for many nights to come, at ten o'clock. Before his death Linda had seen Dr. King as nothing much, other than he brought a little trouble every time he came to Memphis. After, a heroic figure that helped to gain the rights of many African Americans. Her father spent the nights in neighborhoods and grocery stores to defend them against rioters and troublemakers. There was just so much resentment in little ole Memphis, and not all of it has gone away. "There will always be a select few," Linda said, "that will be there to shake up everything you've known. Some for good, some for bad. The only is thing is though, only we can hinge the outcome."