| He was born in 1925; saw prison as a young man, about 21. Sentenced to 8 to 10 yrs; having converted in 1948, He came out of prison and into Elijah Muhammad's nation of Islam at age 27, in 1952. Primarily thru him NOI went viral between 1952 and 1964. Falling into disfavor, by 1964, he was reviled by Elijah Muhammad's Nation of Islam and had been depicted by NOI official publication Muhammad Speaks Newspaper as the Chief Hypocrite On Valentines Day 1965 his New York City home in Borough of Queens was fire-bombed and a week later, when he stood up in Harlem's Audubon Ballroom, in New York City, to address a mostly Black audience, he was shot repeatedly and died. It was Sunday, February 21, 1965, Malcolm X was gunned down in broad daylight at a political rally at the Audubon Ballroom in Harlem, New York. He was Dead On Arrival at Presbyterian Hospital, across street, from the ballroom, but Surgeon Physician signed death certificate at 3:30PM. He was 39 years old. |
| HOW I LEARNED HATRED and to Not Hate Abu Maalik: Minister Malcolm was killed yesterday, February, 21. Last night, in retaliation, someone set the Harlem Temple on fire and virtually destroyed the entire complex. It is around nine AM, Monday morning. I am sitting in a vehicle, on the corner of 116th Street and Lenox Avenue, on edge and cautious, and rightfully so, along with Minister James Shabazz, head of New York Temple Number Seven, Newark Temple Number 25 and East Coast Representative for the Nation of Islam. We await the arrival of the other ‘Muslim Ministers’ from the New York City Area, Minister Henry, Minister Troy and others, who was due to meet us there to evaluate the situation and property and devise a strategy. No one showed up. Everyone is keeping it low, expecting retaliation, after Malcomm X's killing. Talmadge Hayer, shot at the Audubon Ballroom, site of the killing, s out of the Newark-Paterson Temple, though denying he is member of Nation of Islam. A group of assassins, loyal to Minister Malcolm, is supposedly on the way to Chicago to kill Elijah Muhammad. “They not gonna show up, brother,” Minister James, says to me, “they cowards.” I say nothing, having learned the power of silent communication. Minister James had taken me under his wing, sponsored me, so to speak. He was my benefactor. The Nation of Islam was not a mealy mouth group; they were the most powerful and probably the best organized, best trained, and largest cult like, paramilitary group in the United States, the most feared, most dreaded, would kick ass, lay um down and the most violent and did not discriminate, when crossed, in who would be its victims. They were no joke. We, Sunni Muslims, are taught that there is a place in hell from which hell itself flees. The Nation of Islam, back in the day, was ‘that’ group from which all other nationalist or violent prone or violent advocating groups fled and avoided conflict with like it was the plague, including the Italian Mob, la costra nostra, and most police departments, and they were both hated and feared by the J. Edgar Hoover FBI. (Continue After the break) |
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What is Din al Islam??? Narrated Abu Huraira: One day while the Prophet was sitting in the company of some people, (The angel) Gabriel came and asked, "What is faith?" Allah's Apostle replied, 'Faith is to believe in Allah, His angels, (the) meeting with Him, His Apostles, and to believe in Resurrection." Then he further asked, "What is islam?" Allah's Apostle replied, "To worship Allah Alone and none else, to offer prayers perfectly to pay the compulsory charity (Zakat) and to observe fasts during the month of Ramadan." Then he further asked, "What is Ihsan (perfection)?" Allah's Apostle replied, "To worship Allah as if you see Him, and if you cannot achieve this state of devotion then you must consider that He is looking at you." Then he further asked, "When will the Hour be established?" Allah's Apostle replied, "The answerer has no better knowledge than the questioner. But I will inform you about its portents. 1. When a slave (lady) gives birth to her master. 2. When the shepherds of black camels start boasting and competing with others in the construction of higher buildings. And the Hour is one of five things which nobody knows except Allah. The Prophet then recited: "Verily, with Allah (Alone) is the knowledge of the Hour--." (31. 34) Then that man (Gabriel) left and the Prophet asked his companions to call him back, but they could not see him. Then the Prophet said, "That was Gabriel who came to teach the people their religion." Abu 'Abdullah said: He (the Prophet) considered all that as a part of faith. (Book #2, Hadith #47, Sahih Bukhari) |
| (continue) Minister James, as East Coast Representative, was one Nation of Islam most influential advocate. I was young, up and coming, hanging with the influential and full of hate for White People. Why?! Hate for Hate: John Wesley, may he rest in peace, tried to kill the family cat by placing it in a pillow case, tying the pillow case to the clothes line, setting the pillow case afire, and pulling the line out over the back yard, with the pillow case burning. We were domino kids, all boys, about four, five and six, always trying to find some kind of devilishment to get into. It was something of a miracle that Johnny did not succeed in killing the family cat. Playing on the fire truck at the old firehouse on Maryland Avenue, and sometime going for a ride on the fire truck was a real adventure. Holding mommas hand, may she rest in peace, when we were leaving Atlantic City and leaving daddy. I hated momma as much as any five year old can, for taking me away from daddy and for all of about and hour before falling asleep in her arms, hating her, until she awakened and gave me a treat … and then I loved momma all over again, and did not think about daddy much for a time, until we arrived in South Carolina. This was not llike going from Atlantic City to Philadelphia. It was a different world, black and white, and few shades of gray. There were “White Only” signs on the water fountain, on the bathroom door at the ’fillin’ station, the restaurant, barber shop, park, movie theatre and inside the bus depot. We could not sit on the benches inside the bus depot, nor sit in the front of the bus for that matter. I remember roses, dandelions, sun flower, azalias, corn fields and some white stuff, that looked so pretty, and when I asked momma what that was, she just looked at me, with a peculiar and odd expression, reared her head back a little, cut her eyes at me and said, ’cotton.’ She said it as if she was saying to me, ‘that is hell, son.!’ I said, “that is pretty, momma!” She looked again, like I was a stranger or somewhat possessed. “uh huh,” she exclaimed. That was my first sight of cotton and cotton fields and my first trip, south of the Mason-Dixon line, into the deep south. It was not long before I learned, ‘don’t go there and don’t go there and do this and don’t do that and don’t speak to that person or that person and do not play with or try to play with the little white boys or white girls. My days of Atlantic City, naiveté and innocence was going and fast feeing. It was not long before I begin to learn new words like, ‘nigger, spook, nigra, darkie, chocolate drop, jiggabo and mam-my.’ Hatred. I learned about it. I learned it. I was hated, and I hated back, and before I lost the hatred I had come to hate almost everything white, not just White People. I hated white rice, white bread, white sugar, white milk, in black coffee, white [angel food] cake. Thirty-six years after I first saw cotton and amazed at its distant beauty and heard what momma said about it, I was visiting the south again, now fully grown, and would have made momma proud, driving one of the most expensive, and considered best car, fully paid for, with several others left behind, fully paid for, and most wanted and sought after by most Americans, had a sizeable bank account, money in my pocket, owned several properties, my stomach was full; I employed myself, and as we crossed out of South of the Border, into Dillon County, South Carolina, ‘just up the road a piece’ my friend said to me somewhat excited, “ Slow down, slow down. Pull over please. I want to sees that. It is so pretty. What is that?” I turned and look as momma had turned and looked at me some so many years earlier. I smiled, remembering. “That is cotton,” I said, as momma had said to me, still smiling. Some things change. Some things remain the same. Continue on in ENTER: Malcolm2 |
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