There really can be no peace without justice. There can be no justice without truth. And there can be no truth, unless someone rises up to tell you the truth.
I loved Elijah Muhammad with a love that I can’t adequately describe.
Because wherever I am today, I still owe it to God and I owe it to two men – the Honorable Elijah Muhammad and Malcolm X and of course, two very special women, my mother and my wife.
America will always side with those whom she can direct, give orders to and have those orders obeyed.
I think that ego-driven leaders will be a thing of the past because the masses are tired.
The die is set and Malcolm will not escape for the foolish talk he spoke against his benefactor, such a man, is worthy of death, and it would have been so, were it not for Muhammad’s confidence that God would give him the victory over the enemies.
They call them terrorists, I call them freedom fighters.
It appears that there is a genocidal plan against Black people.
I don’t think about my legacy, if indeed, I have one.
Not that I regret saying what I believed to be the truth, but I regret anything that I might have written or spoken that could have been used in a way to help to foster that atmosphere out of which came the loss of life of Brother Malcolm.