At the night when Martin Luther King was assassinated, I had no idea what did it mean to the American Society and even to the world. I was fifteen that year and was a freshman at Memphis Harding Academy. Before my Junior year, I had never had or communicated with black people. Among the 45 freshmen in my grade, there's no black students. It was total segregation. But I still remembered when my mother heard the news from my father she was very nervous. We were at Kansas for spring break but because my father worked for a newspaper, he knew what happened immediately. My mother worried a lot about my father's safety because she concerns that black protestors might rush into the newspaper station since the newspaper might had offended them. However, my father wasn't worry because he on the phone that he got a gun with him and he used to be a marine in the military too. Fortunately, nothing happened to my father nor to my family. But I was really scared and all of our family members didn't go out of house for safety sake. I still remembered that when we drove back to Memphis, there were policemen everywhere trying to find the assassin. The whole city is in a turmoil and chaos for several weeks. And being influenced by my father's opinion, I thought that Martin Luther King was a trouble maker. After years of King's death, my idea slowly changed as well as people's view toward different races. There's not much segregation now compared to the past and it's getting better. But the segregation still exists and I believe that it will still take a long time to eliminate it.