My Memories of the Day, the Man
In responding to the question about my memories on the day Dr. Martin Luther King was killed in Memphis, Tennessee, I have several things to say.
It was a morose day, a day of anger, shame and fear about his efforts to change American society. It was a day I will continue to describe as a moment when clouds of frustration, fear and anger had taken over the sky and limited the hopes and dreams of many riding on the same train as the Man from Georgia.I was then a junior at Hampton Institute which is now called Hampton University. I was in that semester actively involved in student politics on campus and in that particular month Theodos Holland and I were elected President and Vice President of the Student Government. These were the days of student agitation and we had a student body with many colleagues caught in the web of the Civil Rights Struggle.


