
I’ve been finishing up The Afterlife of Malcolm X published last year.. I’ve been reading all of it all the way through. I’ve retained interest in Malcolm X. My interest originated from TV news items of the day in the long ago when I was starting out as an infant.
It’s true he was portrayed as and the implication was that Malcolm X was a radical, which he was, but also a dangerous radical because how could a black guy demanding, not asking for, but demanding something from white people as ridiculous as decency, respect and equality not be dangerous?
I was scared myself of what he seemed to represent as I rattled the bars of my crib. Black guy not going to take any crap. Dangerous. But Malcolm X also had a quality. He had the mystery of charisma and speaking forcefully and uncompromisingly. He was a preacher but he never preached violence. He wasn’t a violent man. His violent end just six weeks after seeing his segment on the ancient half hour Tuesday nights at 7:30 “Front Page Challenge” just before my last bottle and nighty-nights shocked me. And I’ve never forgotten who this Malcolm X guy was because even as a baby I was interested in all things American. America came from the TV and to my little mind had to be the best place in the world because it had “The Flintstones” and Disneyland and cute scary black guys like Malcolm X.
One day in the long ago seven black guys were hassled then shot at by Los Angeles Police Department members outside a mosque. One black guy died. Malcolm X didn’t like the cut of that cloth and had something quite forceful to say about it.
At the time he was high in the Nation of Islam hierarchy. This was before his break from the nation and its leader “the honourable Elijah Muhammad.” Turned out Elijah Muhammad wasn’t so honourable. He was a serial sexual predator. Malcolm X thought that was a bad look for the NOI and did the exposing of Elijah Muhammad then left the Nation of Islam. Malcolm X had converted to Islam while in prison.
“In order for you and me to devise some kind of method or strategy to offset some of the events or repetition of events that have taken place here in Los Angeles recently we have to go to the root. We have to go to the cause. Dealing with the condition itself is not enough and it is because our effort getting straight to the root that people oftentimes think we are dealing in hate. We are oppressed. We are exploited. We are downtrodden. We are denied not only civil rights but even human rights so the only way we are going to get some of this oppression and exploitation away from us or aside from us is to come together against the common enemy.
“Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the colour of your skin to such an extent that you bleach to get like the white man? Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose, and the shape of your lips? Who taught you to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet? Who taught you to hate your own kind? Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to so much so that you don’t want to be around each other? No, before you come asking for Mr. Muhammad does he teach you hate you should ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God gave you? And I for one as a Muslim believe that the white man is intelligent enough, if he were made to realize how black people really feel and how fed up we are and without all that compromising sweet talk. Stop sweet-talking. Tell him how you feel, tell him how what kind of hell you’ve been catching and let him know that if he’s not ready to clean his house up, if he’s not ready to clean his house up he shouldn’t have a house. It should catch on fire and burn down.”
They shot him, February 1965.. And in a place called the Audubon Ballroom. How could it be that the bird book guy Audubon had a so-called ballroom in Harlem, New York City where people went and got shot? Crazy talk. Malcolm X was thirty-nine when he was murdered.
Mark Whitaker has written a big book. Three black guys went to long term prison for the crime of murder in the first degree.. Two of them took no part in Malcolm X’s murder and the other one knew it and knew who fired the fatal shot, but said nothing. I was glad to hear the two innocent guys were exonerated even if it was a lifetime later and one of them was already dead.
The guy who did the shotgun blast lived openly across the Hudson River from New York in a town in the state of New Jersey until he packed it decades later when he was in his seventies. Somehow, it was important for me to at last know all this. The shotgun guy had once been what in the U.S. military used to be called and may still be a Green Beret and supposedly was a well respected member of his local community. I should hope so after what he did. But he never faced justice.
Elijah Muhammad and all the other stuff about Malcolm X and his falling out with the Nation and how it led to his demise and his time generally is here and well worth a look.
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