I remember just after his death, it may have been the morning after he was shot, my mother came running yelling for me at the school bus stop. She grabbed me tightly and hustled me home. School had been cancelled due to the widespread rioting in various cities.

At the time the only black family that went to my school owned the horse farm up the block. There weren't really any blacks in East LI as the time. I don't know who/what they were afraid of.