One day I was walking home from work and there was a riot going on. I was confused because people from the same color was hurting each other. I didn't understand why they would do that. Then I finally heard that Martin Luther King Jr. had been assassinated. I was shocked but I wasn't angry. I couldn't believe it but I couldn't bring myself to cry about it. The people that migrated from the South wasn't as hurt as the people in the North. But five years ago, once I heard that John F Kennedy died,it devastated me. He was a really good man. I just wondered why would someone kill our president.
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