"The Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. was shot to death by an assassin late today." I heard on the TV. My whole world stopped. "Mabel! Did you hear about MLK gettin' killed?!" my roommate asked bursting through the door. "Yeah" I answered. My name is Mabel H. I was 23 years old and in college at TSU on Nashville. I lived in Memphis before I went to college and I lived in Cleaborn Homes also known as the projects. Before I left, we still lived under serious segregation until Martin Luther King Jr. came into the picture. It's still in the process of sinking in that he's gone. It's a shame and a tragedy that he lost his life trying to help sanitation workers get better working conditions. He was a great person along with a great speaker. Confusion unraveled afterwards. People started rioting, throwing bricks at cars coming though the campus, and destroying places where they lived out of anger and not even realizing that they'll come back to that same mess. I also found out that the National Guard was sent to Memphis because of similar rioting. Even though we're not under segregation, don't have to sit at the back of the bus, don't have to drink at separate water fountains, and don't have to go to the zoo on certain days, racism still raises its ugly head. It's only sugar-coated.