This photo was taken just about that same time, probably May 68 as I was going to an end of the year prom.
I have to wonder if the youth of today are as removed from the realities of current affairs as I was. Sure, I knew who Martin Luther King Jr. was, I knew he was assassinated, I knew what the Civil Rights Movement was about, but none of it actually effected me. After all I lived in suburbia in Washington State, a long ways from the South. I was 17 going to an all white high school, drove a 55 Chevy, worked at a movie theatre and had a boyfriend. I mean how much more does a 17 year old need. I was busy with my own life.
Visiting the museum helped to open up that part of history to me again and allow me to re-live it, to go back to 1968 and try walking in someone else's shoes.
|One of the few places that would allow blacks .|
|Replicas of the cars they drove to the motel.|
|He was shot on the balcony just outside the door to his room (306).|