Billy P. was born 1957, when life was a lot different. He lived in Frayser, and he still remembers the night that Martin Luther King Jr's death. He remembers it being scary because there were a lot of riots. He remembers being scared because his father was a firefighter. His father came on in that night, grabbed a gun, and left. He did not come home that night, which made Mr. Billy even more scared. He, his two brothers, his sister, and his mother all sat around the television watching the news. He remembers watching his mother sit in the recliner crying. He did not even really know who MLK Jr. was. But after he heard about him, he thought he was a great person. He knew what he was fighting for was the right thing. He remembers the rioting that kept going on for a while. He was constantly scared, but mostly for his father. They tried to fight the firefighters, and the police. He honestly thought his dad was dead. He remembers how right after his death, things were still the same. But as the years past, he could see a significant change in the world.