In the life of Geneva W., times were interesting and exciting. To her, a normal day would be to wake up, make breakfast, take kids to school, make dinner and then go to meetings. Some of these meetings would be regular PTA meetings and some of them would be important meetings that could affect the future as they knew it. That's right, I'm talking about segregation meetings. She went to the meetings to help support what she and her neighbors believed what's right and what's not.
On the night Dr. King was assassinated Geneva was at home listening to the radio. At first she couldn't believe it. Wow; he's dead, our leader is dead. She said that she felt sorrowful and heartbroken. To her King wasn't just a friend or someone to look up to, he was part of the family. The city the night he died was chaotic. She recalled a lot of things like tanks pulling up in her neighborhood and police spraying protestors with the fire hose. The events after were non like the day before because it was even more h chic than the past night. She said that young men were getting themselves into trouble. It was all so crazy, but she still kept her head even in the mist of all that has been happening around her. "Even though he was dead I still respect them the same." She worked hard to cheer people up when he was gone. Like she said, "Someone's always got to die to make a change."