General Discussion

I was a white boy living in southeast D. C. at the time. My mother kept me home from my largely Black junior high school the next day. The shopping center a couple of blocks from my house was torched following the assassination. We had a busload of National Guard troops pull up in front of our house along with multiple cop cars after a car failed to make the curve in front of our house and crashed just next door; the driver ran into an adjacent apartment building while the woman in the passenger seat moved into the driver's seat. We never found out what that was all about. My Naval Academy brother and his Naval Academy buddies broke curfew to drive downtown to rescue young women who were staying at a hotel in town as their dates for the end of year events at the Naval Academy. There was a lone National Guardsman stationed at the end of the block for a week afterwards. My family and I gave up and moved to suburban Maryland four months later.