I interviewed my grandmother. Life was good for her. My grandmother was 46 years old and lived in Memphis when Dr. King was assassinated. She was married to my grandfather and had my mom, who was 2 at the time. She was also teaching at Lester Elementary a School. While she was driving home from her job, she heard on the radio that Dr. King had been shot. She was so emotionally sad that she had to pullover on the side of the road. As she was driving home, she saw many people coming together to cry and pray. The night that Dr. King was shot, she spent time with her family praying and watching the coverage over the whole situation.
She said that groups would have marches and protests and that the police would try to stop them from doing so. Dr. King's death brought racial injustice to light even more. It became more apparent than ever that change needed to happen. My grandmother and everyone else could only hope and pray that one day the laws, hearts and minds of those who stood and believed in the "old way" would change and struggle would be over.