• I was a art major, senior at Wayne State University in Detroit.  I was walking across campus with my now husband when some friends told us what happened and offered me a ride home. I lived at home with my parents.  I remember going to school the next day and being in my printmaking class when my mother, who NEVER appeared in my classes, appeared in the room to tell me riots were breaking out, her school had closed (she was a teacher) and we left. We passed highschool students marching down West Grand Blvd. but no violence.  Either that night or the next I was taken to the airport before the curfew so that I could meet my sister who was coming in from Howard University where she was a sophmore. We spent the night at the airport hotel. This assassination coming after so many others was so depressing. I was 21.

    • Kristin, THANK YOU so much for sharing where you were and what you were doing the day Dr. King was assassinated. Yes you hit the nail right on the head when you said that his assassination and then Bobby Kennedy on June 5 that same year in Los Angeles was very depressing and why I felt as a child that the world around me was so on fire. Thankfully, there were no riots in the community where I lived in H-town during that time. If there were riots, I don’t remember any and I probably won’t remember because like you, I was blessed with protective parents who would have moved heaven and earth to keep us out of harms way. Again, thank you!

  • Gpumphrey1915

    I was a freshman at Memphis State University.  We were in the dining room when announcement was made.  We were confined to the dorm until curfew was lifted the next morning.  Classes were cancelled.  I got a ride home to Little Rock with some fellow students.  You could see fires burning from the upper floors of the dorm.  Very frightening.