El Hajj Malik El Shabazz
Brother Malcolm, “the Black shining prince”
On those last days, he moved with a particular preciseness.
This Black prophet, re-imagining love.
We see you Brother Malcolm, the fierce warrior for justice.
Those last moments as you apologize to the young sister for raising your voice…
We see you brother Malcolm…
That moment that shaped your life— when the state separated you and your siblings from you mother.
The moment you emphatically uttered, “That if ever the government destroyed a family it destroyed mine.”
An evil that would lead you from train, to city, to jail and eventually to a nation.
The Nation of Islam…
We see you brother Malcolm, dancing the lindy-hop
We see you Brother Malcolm picking the lock
We see a youth dispossessed, to become a man passionate about his people
We see you brother Malcolm
I’m reminded of my father urging me not to be like Malcolm
But to don the characteristics of King
See, I remember the story
April 4, 1968 king was killed my father is stationed in Birmingham, AL after being drafted.
He says, “The first white person he saw, he says he knock his motherfucking teeth out his mouth.”
But, yet, he tells me. Be more like Martin than Malcolm.
Ah. I get it.
My father understood Malcolm as well.
See growing up in the south there was a way that one had to “carry themselves.”
My father understood that being Malcolm would get you killed a lot quicker in the south than being Martin.
But, trust me ,when it was needful…one should always channel their inner Malcolm.
Because by any means necessary was a real life mantra.
We see you brother Malcolm.
One thought on “We See You Brother Malcolm”
Just suppose we didn’t so reverently juxtapose the X and the King. A notion we accept as inherently as our surnames. The X and the King defy the ambiguity of Black. In as much as we draw from these wells of humanity to picture ourselves as natives of their cloth, we confuse the authenticity with cross-stitched seams of white supremacist fabric.