African-American Muslim Minister, Human Rights Activist
Malcolm X, born Malcolm Little, Muslim name El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz
African-American Muslim Minister, Human Rights Activist
When you have an organization that's neither political nor religious and doesn't take part in the civil rights struggle, what can it call itself? It's in a vacuum.
You can?t separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has freedom.
If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out that's not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven't even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound. They won't even admit the knife is there.
Islam is my religion, but I believe my religion is my personal business. It governs my personal life, my personal morals. And my religious philosophy is personal between me and the God in whom I believe; just as the religious philosophy of these others is between them and the God in whom they believe. And this is best this way. Were we to come out here discussing religion, we?d have too many differences from the out-start and we could never get together... If we bring up religion, we?ll be in an argument, and the best way to keep away from arguments and differences, as I said earlier, put your religion at home in the closet. Keep it between you and your God. Because if it hasn?t done anything more for you than it has, you need to forget it anyway.
It's the ballot or the bullet. It's liberty or its death. It's freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody.
No, I?m not an American. I?m one of 22 million black people who are the victims of Americanism. One of the? victims of democracy, nothing but disguised hypocrisy. So I?m not standing here speaking to you as an American, or a patriot, or a flag-saluter, or a flag-waver ? no, not I! I?m speaking as a victim of this American system. I don?t see any American dream; I see an American nightmare!
Read absolutely everything you get your hands on because you'll never know where you'll get an idea from.
The black man in North America was sickest of all politically. He let the white man divide him into such foolishness as considering himself a black ?Democrat,? a black ?Republican,? a black ?Conservative,? or a black ?Liberal? ?when a ten-million black vote bloc could be the deciding balance of power in American politics, because the white man?s vote is almost always evenly divided.
The Negro revolution is controlled by foxy white liberals, by the Government itself. But the Black Revolution is controlled only by God.
The White man pays Reverend Martin Luther King so that Martin Luther King can keep the Negro defenseless.
They know that as long as they keep us undereducated, or with an inferior education, it?s impossible for us to compete with them for job openings. And as long as we can?t compete with them and get a decent job, we?re trapped. We are low-wage earners. We have to live in a run-down neighborhood, which means our children go to inferior schools. They get inferior education. And when they grow up, they fall right into the same cycle again. This is the American way. This is the American democracy that she tries to sell to the whole world as being that which will solve the problems of other people too.
Today this country can become involved in a revolution that won't take bloodshed. All she's got to do is give the black man in this country everything that's due him, everything.
We need to expand the civil-rights struggle to a higher level?to the level of human rights. Whenever you are in a civil-rights struggle, whether you know it or not, you are confining yourself to the jurisdiction of Uncle Sam. No one from the outside world can speak out in your behalf as long as your struggle is a civil-rights struggle. Civil rights comes within the domestic affairs of this country. All of our African brothers and our Asian brothers and our Latin-American brothers cannot open their mouths and interfere in the domestic affairs of the United States. And as long as it?s civil rights, this comes under the jurisdiction of Uncle Sam. But the United Nations has what?s known as the charter of human rights; it has a committee that deals in human rights. You may wonder why all of the atrocities that have been committed in Africa and in Hungary and in Asia, and in Latin America are brought before the UN, and the Negro problem is never brought before the UN. This is part of the conspiracy. This old, tricky blue eyed liberal who is supposed to be your and my friend, supposed to be in our corner, supposed to be subsidizing our struggle, and supposed to be acting in the capacity of an adviser, never tells you anything about human rights. They keep you wrapped up in civil rights. And you spend so much time barking up the civil-rights tree, you don?t even know there?s a human-rights tree on the same floor.
When you take your case to Washington, D.C., you?re taking it to the criminal who?s responsible; it?s like running from the wolf to the fox. They?re all in cahoots together. They all work political chicanery and make you look like a chump before the eyes of the world. Here you are walking around in America, getting ready to be drafted and sent abroad, like a tin soldier, and when you get over there, people ask you what are you fighting for, and you have to stick your tongue in your cheek. No, take Uncle Sam to court, take him before the world.
You can't hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree.
If you're afraid of black nationalism, you're afraid of revolution. And if you love revolution, you love black nationalism. To understand this, you have to go back to what the young brother here referred to as the house Negro and the field Negro back during slavery. There were two kinds of slaves, the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes ? they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good because they ate his food ? what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved the master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master's house ? quicker than the master would. If the master said, "We got a good house here," the house Negro would say, "Yeah, we got a good house here." Whenever the master said "we," he said "we." That's how you can tell a house Negro.
It doesn't mean that I advocate violence, but at the same time, I am not against using violence in self-defense. I don't call it violence when it's self-defense, I call it intelligence.
I've been in down in the bottom of American society, and when guided to God and to Islam, changed the course of my life.
No, we are not anti-white. But we don't have time for the white man. The white man is on top already, the white man is the boss already... He has first-class citizenship already. So you are wasting your time talking to the white man. We are working on our own people.
Right now, in every big city ghetto, tens of thousands of yesterday's and today's school dropouts are keeping body and soul together by some form of hustling in the same way I did.
The black masses want not to be shrunk from as though they are plague-ridden. They want not to be walled up in slums, in the ghettos, like animals. They want to live in an open, free society where they can walk with their heads up, like men, and women! Few white people realize that many black people today dislike and avoid spending more time than they must about white people. This ?integration? image, as it is popularly interpreted, has millions of vain, self-exalted white people convinced that black people want to sleep in bed with them ? and that?s a lie!
The next day I was in my car driving along the freeway when at a red light another car pulled alongside. A white woman was driving and on the passenger's side, next to me, was a white man. "Malcolm X!" he called out-and when I looked, he stuck his hand out of his car, across at me, grinning. "Do you mind shaking hands with a white man?" Imagine that! Just as the traffic light turned green, I told him, "I don't mind shaking hands with human beings. Are you one?"
The whites of the younger generation, in the colleges and universities, will see the handwriting on the wall and many of them will turn to the spiritual path of truth.
They put your mind right in a bag, and take it wherever they want.
Today, when everything that I do has an urgency, I would not spend one hour in the preparation of a book which had the ambition to perhaps titillate some readers. But I am spending many hours