malcolm x: a search for truth

Despite my firm convictions, I have been always 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.

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.