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Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?
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
You know. Before you come asking Mr. Muhammad does he teach hate, you should ask yourself
who taught you to hate being what God made you.
Most of us, blacks, or negroes as he called us,
really thought we were free,
without being aware that in our subconscious, all those chains we thought had been struck off were still there
And there were many ways, where what really motivated us
was our desire to be loved by the white man.
Malcolm meant to lance that sense of inferiority.
He knew it would be painful.
He knew that people could kill you because of it,
but he dared to take that risk.
He was saying something, over and above that of any other leader of that day
While the other leaders were begging for entry into the house of their oppressor,
he was telling you to build your own house.
He expelled fear for African Americans.
He said "I will speak out loud what you've been thinking"
and he said "You'll see, people will hear, and it will not do anything to us, necessarily, ok?
But I will not speak it for the masses of people."
When he said it in a very strong fashion, in this very manly fashion, in this fashion that says,
"I am not afraid to say what you've been thinking all these years."
That's why we loved him
He said it out loud, not behind closed doors,
He took on America for us.
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 without that old compromising sweet talk
Why, you're the one who make it hard for yourself.
The white man believes you when you go through with that old sweet talk
'cause you've been sweet talking to him ever since he brought you here
Stop sweet talking him!
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...
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On these Harlem street corners, for most of this century, Black people have celebrated their culture,
and argued the question of race in America.
It was here that Malcolm first joined the street orators who gave voice to Harlem's hope, and its anger.
I've taught nationalism, and that means that I want to go out of this white man's country, because integration will never happen
You will never, as long as you live,
integrate into the white men's system
A hundred and twenty-fifth street and Seventh Avenue was
the center of activity among the black street orators.
When Malcolm arrived, technically he had no corner.
So he established his base, you might say, in front of Elder Michaux's bookstore.
When Malcolm would ascent the little platform, he didn't, he couldn't talk for the first four, five minutes.
The people would be making such a praise-shout to him
and he would stand there, taking his due.
and then he would open his mouth.
They call Mr. Muhammad a hate-teacher
because he makes you hate dope and alcohol.
They call Mr. Muhammad a black supremacist
because he teaches you and me not only that we are as good as the white man,
but better than the white man.
Yes, better than the white man.
You are better than the white man
and that's not saying anything.
That's not saying, you know we're just as equal with him.
Who is he to be equal with?
You look at his skin
You can't compare your skin with his skin,
Why your skin look like gold beside his skin.
There was a time when we used to drool in the mouth over white people.
We thought they were pretty 'cause we were blind, we were dumb.
We couldn't see them as they are.
But since the honorable Elijah Muhammad has come and taught us the religion of Islam,
which have cleaned us up, and made us so we can see for ourselves
now we can see that old pale thing to look exactly as he look
nothing but an old, pale thing.
I came away from that rally feeling that with him
once you heard him speak,
you never went back to where you were before.
You had to, even if you kept your position you had to rethink it.
We weren't accustomed to being told that we were devils
and that we were oppressors up here in our wonderful northern cities.
He was speaking for a silent mass of black people
and sang it out front on the devil's own airwaves, and that was an act of war.
When he came off the stage, I jumped off the island,
walked up to him, and of course when I got to him the bodyguards,
you know, moved in front, and he just pushed them away.
And I went in front of him and extended my hand,
and said "I liked some of what you said. I didn't agree with what, all that you said, but I liked some of what you said"
And he looked at me, held my hand in a very gentle fashion and says
"One day you will, Sister. One day you will, Sister", and he smiled.
To make his message clear, Malcolm used his own life as a lesson for all black Americans.
He preached it in fables and parables
and later, in writing his autobiography with Alex Haley,
he sought some control over how his life would be interpreted in the future.
I would be rather taken by a statement he would make of himself
He would say "I am a part of all I have met"
and by that he meant that all the things he had done in his earlier life had exposed him to things
and taught him skills of one or another sort,
all of which had synthesized into the Malcolm who became the spokesman for the Nation of Islam.
You were born in Omaha, is that right?
Yes sir
And you left, your familiy left Omaha when you were about one year old?
I imagine about a year old.
Why did they leave Omaha?
Well, to my understanding, the Ku Klux Klan burned down one of their homes in Omaha
There's a lot of Ku Klux Klan
They made your family feel very unhappy, I'm sure.
Well, insecure, if not unhappy.
So you must have a somewhat prejudiced point of view,
a personally prejudiced point of view
In other words, you cannot look at this in a broad, academic sort of way, really, can you?
I think that's incorrect, because despite the fact that that happened in Omaha
and then when we moved to Lansing, Michigan,our home was burned down again
in fact my father was killed by the Ku Klux Klan,
and despite all of that, no one was more thoroughly integrated with whites than I
No one has lived more so in the society of whites than I.
We were the only black children in the neighborhood
but on the back of our property we had a wooded area,
so the white kids would all come over to our house and they'd go back and play in the woods.
So Malcolm would say "Well let's go play Robin Hood"
Well, so we'd go back there to play Robin Wood
Robin Hood was Malcolm.
and these white kids would go along with it.
Malcolm said he was the lightest skinned of the seven children born to Earl and Louise Little,
a reminder, he said, of the white man who had raped his mother's mother.
In 1929, when Malcolm was four years old, his father, a carpenter and preacher,
moved the family to Lansing, Michigan.
Lansing was a small town and the west side was the side of town that blacks lived on.
Malcolm and his family lived outside of the city
and they had a four-acre parcel with a small house on it,
so they were sort of considered as farmers.
Three months after the Littles moved in, white neighbors took legal action to evict them.
A county judge ruled that the farm property was restricted to whites only.
But Earl Little refused to move.
Here in Michigan, Ku Klux Klan membership was at least 70,000, five times more than in Mississippi.
For Malcolm's family, white hostility was a fact of life.
Everybody was asleep in our house and all of a sudden, we heard a big boom.
And when we woke up, fire was everywhere and everybody was running into the walls and into each other, you know.
Well, what I recall about that was my mother telling us to,
"Get up, get up, get up, the house is on fire," and to get out. That's what I actually recall.
I could hear my mother yelling, I hear my father yelling.
And so they made sure they got us all rounded up and got us out.
The house burned down to the ground. No firewagon came, nothing, and we were burned out.
Malcolm's father, Earl Little, accused local whites of setting the fire.
The police accused Earl and arrested him on suspicion of arson. The charges were later dropped.
In the city where we grew up, whites could refer to us as "those uppity niggers," or,
"those smart niggers that live out south of town."
In those days, whenever a white person referred to you as a "smart nigger," that was their way of saying, "This is a nigger you have to watch because he's not dumb."
My father was independent. He didn't want anybody to feed him.
He wanted to raise his own food. He didn't want anybody to exercise authority over his children.
He wanted to exercise the authority, and he did.
He was always speaking in terms of Marcus Garvey's way of thinking and trying to get black people to organize themselves,
not to cause any trouble, but just to do, to work in unity with each other
toward improving their conditions.
But in those days if you did that, you were still considered a troublemaker.
In the 1920's Marcus Garvey,
a black nationalist, preached that black Americans should build a nation independent of white society.
With membership in the hundreds of thousands, Garvey's Universal Negro Improvement Association sought closer ties with African countries.
The UNIA had its own flag, its own national anthem and an African legion pledged to defend black people at home and abroad.
The U.S. Bureau of Investigation labeled Garvey, "one of the prominent Negro agitators."
The federal government deported him in 1927, but Malcolm's parents remained Garveyites.
Earl recruited new members.
Louise wrote for the Garvey newspaper.
My mother is the one who would read to us the Garvey paper, which was called The Negro World.
and she also would talk to us about ourselves as being independent.
We shouldn't be calling ourself "Negroes," or "niggers" and that we were black people
and that we should be proud to call ourself black people.
What is your real name?
Malcolm. Malcolm X.
Is that your legal name?
As far as I'm concerned, it's my legal name.
Would you mind telling me what your father's last name was?
My father didn't know his last name.
My father got his last name from his grandfather and his grandfather got it from his grandfather who got it from the slavemaster.
The real names of our people were destroyed
Well, was there any
during slavery.
Was there any line, any point in the genealogy of your family when you did have to use a last name and if so, what was it?
The last name of my forefathers
Yes?
was taken from them when they were brought to America and made slaves,
and then the name of the slavemaster was given, which we refuse, we reject that name today and refuse to
You mean, you won't even tell me what your father's supposed last name was or gifted last name was?
I never acknowledge it whatsoever.
September 1931
Malcolm was six years old when his mother had a premonition.
We were all at the house and we had dinner, supper together.
And my mother was holding Wesley, who was my youngest brother.
And she may have been nursing him, 'cause she was at the table, and she fell asleep,
nursing, holding the baby.
And my father had gotten up and went in the bedroom to clean up and to go down and collect money.
And she woke up and she said, "Earl, Earl, don't go downtown."
She says, "If you go, you won't come back."
That night around 11 o'clock, Earl Little was found in an isolated area outside Lansing,
his body almost cut in two by the wheels of a streetcar.
The police reported Earl Little's death an accident.
There was a cloud over that whole issue because, at the time,
it was perceived that rather than an accident with a streetcar that Earl Little had really been pushed under the wheels of the streetcar.
As a matter of fact,
I remember hearing just that language,
that he was probably pushed under the wheels of that streetcar.
And my father's death caused a great
great shock in the family,
because he was the power.
He was the strength.
We were organized,
we were a structured family.
When I'd get out of school,
when we got out of school, me and my brothers and sisters,
we'd come right home and go to work
in the garden, clean up the chicken shed and get ready for the night,
and get up in the morning and all this.
We'd pump the water and bring it in the house and all this.
This was while Dad was alive,
because to not do this brought the consequences of a whipping.
So we were disciplined.
And then after my father got killed
and my mother's inability to run as fast as I could run or Malcolm
enabled us to get away with a lot of things
we wouldn't have tried to get away with.
So we got looser and looser.
Louise Little struggled to raise her seven children through the years of the Great Depression.
She's reduced to where she has no income.
She'd try to get -- she got jobs.
She was a proud lady.
She had a lot of pride.
She sold. She crocheted gloves for people.
She did a lot of things not to be dependent solely on welfare.
She didn't like them telling her what she could do and what she couldn't do.
And this is one of the main things that devastated her more than anything else.
As time went by, you could see she was wearing down.
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For seven years, as Malcolm grew into adolescence,
his mother slowly withdrew from her family.
Two days before Christmas, 1938,
Louise Little was diagnosed as paranoid and was sent to Kalamazoo State Hospital.
And when I came home from school one day and she wasn't there,
I can remember being empty 'cause my mother had never left us.
And I felt, you know, the pain of her being gone every day,
and it was only going to be a couple of weeks,
you know.
She was going to get better and come right back home.
And it turned into years.
Louise Little would remain at Kalamazoo for the next 26 years.
The 13-year-old Malcolm watched as the court split up his family,
assigning the younger children to foster homes in Lansing
and sending him to a white community 10 miles away.
In the past,
the greatest weapon the white man has had has been his ability to divide and conquer.
If I take my hand and slap you,
you don't even feel it.
It might sting you because these digits are separated.
But all I have to do to put you back in your place is bring those digits together.
He was a man who, in the eighth grade in Michigan
a school where I think he was the only black in his class and one of the very few in the school
had been an outstanding straight-A student,
you know,
who had been in fact the president of his class,
and all the others were white in the eighth grade.
Obviously, he had to be exceptional to be those things.
And then you had the Malcolm who had left school and who had gone to Roxbury, Massachusetts
where he had gotten his first exposure to what might loosely be called "hustling."
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I called myself little hustler up in Roxbury in those days.
And this particular day, you know,
Malcolm X had come into Boston and he had on his zoot suit with the wide-brim hat
with the long, three-quarter-length coat with the chain that went down to your ankles.
I don't know, the last time I recall, Cab Callowy used that outfit for his stage uniform.
Now, when Malcolm left Lansing,
he had nothing but a old square suit on
"white man's suit,"
as I call it.
When he came back from Boston, oh Lord,
Malcolm had a zoot suit on and a wide-brim hat
and a chain from his hat down onto his lapel
and he was the talk of the town.
Everybody was talking about Malcolm.
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And then when he was dancing on the floor and he was floating around,
those pants were like he was a floating balloon,
with -- that coat was like a wing.
The way he'd be dancing and flying around with the big, 10-gallon hat on and the chain flinging.
And this used to really shake up the girls.
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In Boston, they called him "New York Red.
In New York, they called him "Detroit Red."
He had his hair crockonoed, "conked," you know.
It was red and he had pictures of him and Billie Holiday
and all these people at the time out there who were just being made known to the rest of the black world.
Malcolm worked the kitchen crew on the New Haven Railroad between Boston, New York, and Washington, D.C.
In 1942, he moved to Harlem and at age 17 began traveling in a world of after-hour clubs and small-time hustlers.
He reached a point where he said,
"You'll never make it on these janitor jobs and selling sandwiches on these trains and shining shoes and stuff like that."
He says, "You never will get anywhere."
Well, he had the reputation as being a hustler and he was a street person,
but he wasn't a hustler.
He was a con man, yeah, a con artist.
They called him an artist.
When the white folks came out at night and they wanted black women,
he could arrange for them to get them.
If they wanted bootleg whiskey, he knew where to get it.
If they wanted drugs, he knew where to get it.
He made it possible that he knew what they wanted and he knew where to get it
and he would be in the middle where he could make a profit off of it.
And this is the way he started doing.
Looking back at that time,
Malcolm said only three things worried him
jail, a job and the Army.
To avoid serving in World War II,
he told his draft board that he wanted to organize black soldiers to kill whites.
He was judged unfit for the military.
Malcolm's gambling and drugs and Harlem nightlife were expensive.
He had already been arrested twice for petty crimes.
When he moved back to Boston in 1945,
he organized a gang to burglarize homes of prominent families.
The other gang members included his friend Malcolm Jarvis,
his white girlfriend, Bea, and two other white women.
This girl knew that these people were down in Florida at that time of the year,
there was nobody home,
so we broke into the house and we'd get some of their valuables and Malcolm would
take most of the stuff and pawn it and get money
for his gambling habit.
After two weeks of doing this,
that's when the ??? when he made the mistake
of going to the pawn shop to retrieve a watch worth over a thousand dollars that came out of
one of the houses and that's when he was arrested by three policemen.
Malcolm Little, Malcolm Jarvis and the three women were charged with breaking and entering.
The fact that two black men were with white women became
an issue in the court.
Malcolm was definitely involved with two white women and this is what made the case so powerful.
So outrageous.
The women testified that Malcolm had forced them to participate in the burglaries.
The two men received a maximum sentence: eight to ten years in state prison.
When they sentenced us, I went out of my mind.
I reached up and grabbed the bars of the cage and I shook them, almost shook them right up off the floor
and I hollered at the judge and I said to him,
"you might as well kill me as to give me ten years in jail."
Well, I was what you call a mad negro, I was one.
And I knew what I saw was real.
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I knew that when they laughed all together, they were laughing, look what we did, we doing it to the negro.
Then they had the unintimidated gall to ask the girls before they took them out of there to press charges
against us for rape. The girls wouldn't do it.
Malcolm Little was twenty years old, facing eight to ten years in state prison.
He had wandered far from the Garvey pride and independence his parents had preached.
He was now prisoner number 22843.
To have once been a criminal is no disgrace.
To remain a criminal is the disgrace.
I formerly was a criminal. I formerly was in prison.
I'm not ashamed of that. You never can use that over my head,
and he's using the wrong stick. I don't feel that stick.
[cheering and applause]
They charged Jesus with sedition. Didn't they do that?
They said he was against Caesar. They said he was discriminating because he told his disciples
"go not the way of the gentiles, but rather go to the lost sheep. Go to the people who don't know who they are,
who are lost from the knowledge of themselves and who are strangers in a land that is not theirs. Go to those people. Go
to the slaves. Go to the second-class citizens. Go to the ones who are suffering the brunt of Caesar's brutality."
And if Jesus were here in America today, he wouldn't be going to the white man. The white man is the oppressor.
He would be going to the oppressed. He would be going to the humble. He would be going to the lowly.
He would be going to the rejected and the despised.
He would be going to the so-called American negro.
Behind prison walls, Malcolm hustled bets, fed his drug habit and argued against the existence of God.
The men in the cellblock called him Satan.
But at the same time, encouraged by an older black inmate, Malcolm began reading and taking English courses.
Malcolm described vividly prison life that he was in effect lonely and limited, but had plans for
he was going to do a lot of reading and he certainly
did a lot of writing.
Because I think there were times when he probably wrote to me every week.
During the second year in prison, his brothers and sisters wrote to him about what they called
the natural religion for the black man,
a religion that taught that black people were the original people, that God was black and
was called Allah.
They told Malcolm they were now a part of the Nation of Islam, followers of the honorable
Elijah Mohammad, the messenger of Allah.
I think Islam is one of the greatest religions of all time for our people in America. The so-called American
negro have to be completely reeducated and Islam gives them that qualification, that he can feel proud and
does not feel ashamed to be called a black man.
I came into the Muslim movement in 1947 and, um
then started bringing my brothers and sisters in.
When we already had been indoctrinated with Marcus Garvey's philosophy, so they didn't
have anything to do with convincing us that we were black
and should be proud.
We were already that when we came in.
So I wrote to Malcolm and told him about...
I said to him if he would believe in Allah that he would get out of prison. And that's all I wrote because I know
he had very low tolerance for religion and I didn't intend to lose that tolerance.
Malcolm's brothers and sisters wrote the young prisoner that black people in America
were part of a lost tribe, soon to be delivered out of bondage.
And that whites, according to Elijah Mohammad, were a race of devils whose domination on Earth was
about to end.
At first, he liked every bit of it, except one thing he couldn't understand and that was the part they were teaching
about the white man being the devil.
Malcolm wrote to Elijah Mohammad. Elijah Mohammad
answered and when he answered, he would cite a portion of scripture.
And then he gave him the key. He said the key... the Bible is the book that everything that takes place in that Bible
is on this Earth.
So you don't have to die to go to hell, you can catch hell while you're living. And the white man is the one that's
putting that hell on you. Well, that's a very convincing teaching, especially when you're using the white
man's history to corroborate this.
Malcolm began reading history, philosophy and religion. The writings of W.E.B Du Bois,
Shakespeare, Socrates, the fables of Aesop, the lives of Gandhi and Nat Turner.
And he finds all this history of how white Christians lynched black Christians, white Christians were the ones who were
involved in the slave trade -- those were Christians.
So Malcolm began to see this and then he began to study it himself and prove that if there is such a thing as a real devil
on this earth, it has to be the white man.
Elijah Mohammad told Malcolm to submit to Allah. But for Malcolm, submission would always be difficult.
It took a week before he could force himself to bow in prayer.
Later, to help spread the teachings of Elijah Mohammad, Malcolm joined the prison debate team, competing
against visiting college teams from Harvard and MIT.
That's when Malcolm's name and fame started spreading
amongst the prison population. And that's when the
population started to grow at the debating classes. Most of
the fellows used to come over out of curiosity just to hear him speak.
In 1950, Malcolm wrote to the governor demanding the right to practice the Muslim religion in prison.
His letters would later end up in FBI files. The Bureau had been keeping a close watch on the nation of Islam since
the late 1930s. Malcolm, considered a troublemaker, was denied an early parole.
He was not eligible to be let out at that time because he'd be a threat to society.
They considered him dangerous, knowledge-wise and otherwise, religious-wise. He would've been like a
rotten apple in the barrel of a thousand. He was gonna spoil many.
On August 7, 1952, after six and a half years in prison, Malcolm was released. Within a month, he was accepted into
the Nation of Islam. Malcolm Little had become Malcolm X.
How did you happen to join the Muslim movement?
I was in prison. I was a very wayward criminal, backward, illiterate, uneducated, whatever other negative characteristics you can think of...
type of person until I heard the teachings of the honorable Elijah Mohammad. And because of the impact that it had
upon me in giving me a desire to reform myself and rehabilitate myself for the first time in my life. And also being
able to see the effect that it had upon others, this is what made me accept it. And I noticed that after being exposed to
the religious teachings of the honorable Elijah Mohammad, immediately, it instilled within me such a high degree of racial
pride and racial dignity that I wanted to be somebody and I realized that I couldn't be anybody by begging the white man
for what he had, but that I had to get out here and try and do something for myself or make something out of myself.
The first time I recall seeing Malcolm was at the home of my father, Elijah Mohammad. I saw a thin man, tall man, young
man, reddish face. If he was just meeting you, the first thing you would get from him is a smile.
He said "this is Wallace" and I smiled
at him, I was happy to see him because I had heard about him too and he said the messenger's son, the messenger's son.
And he was just so excited about the messenger, really, it wasn't just seeing Wallace. It was seeing the
messenger's son.
When Malcolm came out, he was full of fire. He had gotten so full of fire that he got out at the right time and the right
place so he could expound. He came to Detroit, he was surprised to find there were such few people in this powerful teaching in his mind.
And he says, "I'm surprised that you are sitting here and so many empty seats." He said "every time you come out here,"
he said "this place should be full."
And that excited the honorable Elijah Mohammad.
In the early 1950s, the Nation of Islam was unknown in most black communities. Total membership was believed to be
no more than four hundred people.
Malcolm was sent on the road to spread the message.
Within two years, he helped organize temples in Boston, Hartford and Philadelphia.
Elijah Mohammad then named Malcolm minister of the most important temple on the east coast,
Harlem's temple number seven.
Mr. Mohammad knew that Malcolm had the experience and
he knew New York and he also knew that he was the kind
of man, complexion, height, speech and carriage, all has to be taken into consideration when you select a man
to send before the people. Plus, this is an international city.
You got to have your best in New York and this is why
Mr. Mohammad selected him.
[soft applause]
In 1955, when Elijah Mohammad visited the New York temple, it was to inspect the work of the
ambitious and outspoken young minister who had transformed tiny storefronts along the east coast into a congregation of thousands.
Malcolm X and Elijah Mohammad's message made a whole lot of people feel whole again, human being again,
some of them came out and found a new meaning to their
manhood and their womanhood. Had Elijah Mohammad
tried to introduce an orthodox form of Arab-oriented Islam, I doubt if he would have attracted five hundred people.
But he introduced a form of Islam that could communicate with the people he had to deal with.
He was the king to those who had no king and he was the messiah to those some people thought unworthy
of a messiah.
The ??? honorable Elijah Mohammad is like nothing I have ever taken, it's a medicine.
Right, that's right.
You're seeing the medicine that has cured me of all my ills.
That's right.
'Cause I was a sick man.
And when I embraced the teachings of the honorable Elijah Mohammad, these teachings cured me of these ills.
I'm a well man now. And I feel good.
That's right, as long as you stay with the doctor, you'll continue to feel good.
Yes sir.
What about you, brother? How do you feel about the honorable Elijah Mohammad?
Honorable Elijah Mohammad is trying to teach all our original people they are in bad shape. Honorable Elijah
Mohammad trying to wake 'em up.
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Inside Muslim temples, no white people were allowed.
Members worked to build a self-sufficient community founded on strict rules and absolute obedience.
The Nation set up Muslim schools for its children, teaching mathematics, science, history and Arabic.
[all in chorus] We're the original man. The original man is the ???
[indistinct] on the Planet Earth.
Muslim women studied nutrition, child-rearing and guidelines on how to care for their husbands.
Muslim men studied parental responsibility, history and religion.
The elite corps, called the Fruit of Islam, was trained in hand-to-hand combat and was expected to protect
the temples and to punish any members who spoke out against the messenger.
I was surprised when I went into some... a couple of the Muslim families. The faith that they had
in Elijah Mohammad and in Malcolm... I asked one father, I said, "suppose your son came home one day and told you
that he was renouncing the Muslim religion?"
And he said "I would turn him from my door. I would never allow him in again."
So I asked Malcolm about that. He says, "he meant it. And he would do it."
I says, "not worry about what happened to his son?"
"No, he wouldn't worry about what happened to him. His allegiance is with Elijah Mohammad."
To help expand the Nation of Islam, Malcolm created a newspaper, Muhammad Speaks,
and persuaded other black newspapers to carry the messenger's weekly column.
His strength was, once he believed in a thing, he would give everything he had to it, all of his energies.
He'd work, he would become a workaholic.
He worked day and night for it.
He only required around four hours' sleep and many times wouldn't get that. And you just kind of wonder
how can anybody keep up that kind of a pace? But he did it,
day in and day out. Plus on top of that, he's reading. He's reading papers, keeping up what the news is,
he's just a person that's tuned into life in such a way that
he doesn't miss too much of it.
At age 32, after devoting five years to building the Nation, he sought the approval of Elijah Mohammad to marry
sister Betty X, a college-educated member of Harlem's temple number seven.
In the years that followed, the demands of his ministry allowed little time for his growing family.
He sometimes, if I could catch him, would have to read to the children. They would always want the story read again
so that they would really just wait until he was on the last page and say "read it again."
"Read it again, read it again," you know, and so that he started giving the books different endings.
He had a beautiful sense of humor, especially when he was kidding me about pork and whacking me on the back
and saying that "you're a decent human being, smart historian, I'm going to give you 99 as a human being and
you stop eating pork I'm going to give you 100."
Had a beautiful sense of humor, plus the fact that when you got to know him, he was kind of shy.