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I was living in Chicago at the time. I was newly married and my husband and I had to pass the Convention Center every day on our way to and from work. There were many news clips of people being harassed and car windows broken near the Convention Center. My husband purchased a gun, and kept it in the glovebox, in fear of what could possibly happen if we weren't prepared. It was a very scarey time.
I worked at a bank downtown. There were several black women who worked in my department. Chicago was, and still is, a very segregated city. I had no contact with minorities before this work experience. After MLK was killed, all these women wore black armbands. They were not their jovial selves and I didn't understand why their whole demeanor had changed so much. I was so naive.
These events and RFK's death seemed surreal. The Viet Nam war was becoming more hostile. The video clips were horrific. So much death and destruction. We could no longer hide in our cocoons. We had to accept the outside world and become involved. As was already mentioned, it was the end of our age of innocence.