They’ve always said that I’m anti-white. I’m for anybody who’s for freedom. I’m for anybody who’s for justice. I’m for anybody who’s for equality. I’m not for anybody who tells me to sit around and wait for mine.
“They asked me what about the Hajj had impressed me the most. I said, the brotherhood! The people from all races, colours, from all over the world, coming together as one! It has proved to me the power of the One God. All ate as one, and slept as one. Everything about the pilgrimage atmosphere accented the oneness of man under One God.”
I’ve always loved words. When I was in middle school, I had read somewhere that Malcolm memorized the entire dictionary. I remember thinking how cool it was. And if I’m completely honest, it’s still think it’s pretty darn cool. So, in awe of his feat, I started to read about him and in grade 7, I decided to do my Black History Month project on him.
I pitched the idea to my teacher, but he didn’t allow it due to Malcom’s controversial stances. I remember feeling confused and upset, but after I had asked two times, I left it alone and picked someone else. I felt as if I had let my hero down.
Still, I continued to watch all his speeches and read all I could find on him. I was in awe of his intellect, his words, his tone. Heck, even the way he dressed.
But of all his virtues, one still dumbfounds me. It was his ability to confront his faults, and accept that he was on the wrong path. To change his way of thinking, for the pure pursuit of truth, and nothing but the truth. He writes:
”On this pilgrimage, what I have seen, and experienced, has forced me to re-arrange much of my thought-patterns previously held, and to toss aside some of my previous conclusions. This was not too difficult for me. Despite my firm convictions, I have always been a man who tries to face facts, and to accept the reality of life as new experience and new
knowledge unfolds it. I have always kept an open mind, which is
necessary to the flexibility that must go hand in hand with every form of intelligent search for truth.”
Truly, he was a remarkable human being, a giant among giants. May he rest in peace.
We want justice for Malcolm Shabazz (Grandson of Betty Shabazz and Malcolm X)!
Malcolm Latif Shabazz (October 8, 1984 – May 9, 2013)
Shabazz died in Mexico City on May 9, 2013 at the age of 28. He was said to be on a tour to demand more rights for Mexican construction workers relocated to the USA. His body, which according to prosecutors had been badly beaten with a rod of some kind, was found in the street in Plaza Garibaldi.
Shabazz is survived by his mother, his two daughters, and five aunts.
This is very sad. But it’s going to be interesting to see what happens once the trial starts. Almost as interesting as the fact that mostly no one even knows that Makcolm X’s grandson was murdered.
Shabazz, 29, was transported to Balbuena General Hospital, where he died of his injuries later Thursday morning, police spokesman Octavio Campos said Friday. The attorney general’s office said his injuries were caused by a blunt object and included brain trauma and several broken bones.
Prosecutors said there was no video of the killing because several cameras had been moved and others appeared to have been turned to face a wall.
Police are looking into the actions of other people that night, the attorney general’s office said.
“We declare our right on this earth to be a man, to be a human being, to be respected as a human being, to be given rights as a human being in this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into existence BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!” – el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz/Malcolm X (May 19, 1925 - February 21, 1965)
When they want to suppress and oppress the black community, what do they do? They take the statistics, and through the press, they feed them to the public. They make it appear that the role of crime in the black community is higher than it is anywhere else. What does this do? This
is a very skillful message used by racists to make the whites who aren’t racists think that the rate of crime in the black community is so high.
This keeps the black community in the image of a criminal. It makes it appear that anyone in the black community is a criminal. And as soon as this impression is given, then it makes it possible, or paves the way to set up a police-type state in the black community, getting the full approval of the white public when the police come in, use all kind of brutal measures to suppress black people, crush their skulls, sic dogs on them, and things of that type. And the whites go along with it because they think that everybody over there’s a criminal anyway. The press does this.
This is skill. This is a science that’s called “image making.” They hold you in check through this science of imagery. They even make you look down upon yourself, by giving you a bad image of yourself. Some of our own black people have eaten this image themselves and digested it until they themselves don’t want to live in the black community. They don’t want to be around black people themselves. It’s a science that they use, very skillfully, to make the criminal look like the victim, and to make the victim look like the criminal.