That evening in Washington, D.C. had a slight precipitation, you know, a little drizzle. I had completed my subject at a nearby business school and was on my way to the nearby busstop. I had this plan to go out that evening after I got home, yu know, I mean like hanging out, going to a movie, and getting some food.
So there I was at the busstop. One guy had his radio real loud, playing a lot of good tunes. One man stood alongside of him getting frustrated, and some lady kept on telling him to turn it down. I stood there. Suddenly his radio went silent, and then as he started to turn the channels there was a voice that came through. It pointed out that a terrible thing had gone on in Tennessee. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. We stood there, we looked at each other. The lady wept. The bus came. And on the bus the silence was there. A great man was gone from us.
Late that evening there were some looting along 14th and U Street, N.W.; Stokely Carmichael was here as well. At home Pres. Johnson spoke. The rest you know what went on.
Dr. King was a great man.
A few years ago another man in 1965, a great man, Malcolm X was also assasinated. We will always remember those guys.