At the time, the lessons were more emotional than intellectual. Meeting Dr. King made me feel like I was a part of the solution. He inspired hope and made me want to join him in his righteous crusade. In contrast, the protest scared the hope out of me, at least temporarily. There were real bullets flying, stores being looted, people running for their lives. This was the real world of civil rights, and it wasn’t soft-spoken like Dr. King. It screamed in my head. It made me aware of the fact that lives had been lost in the fight for social justice, and more lives were going to be lost before we got to our objective.