Do you feel this way or are you simply playing devil's advocate?

I want to see what others have to say on this myself.....

Where is DSPs popcorn eatin'smiley

http://www.brothermalcolm.net/

At least the enquiring minds will know where to do their research.

When listening to Malcolms speeches you must try to imagine what the US was like at the time. They wouldn't be that big a deal now.

umbra

Against All Odds..

[Malcolm X] was a latter-day example of an old Fashioned type of American celebrated in Grammer school readers, commencement address, and speeches at rotary club lunches- The MAN who 'makes it' the man who from humble origins and meager education, converts, by will, intellegence, and sterling character, his liabilities into assets.

Malcolm X was of that Breed of American, Autodidacts and homemade success, that has included benjamin Franklin, Abraham Lincoln, PT Barnum,Thomas Alva Edison, Booker T Washington, Mark twain,Henry Ford and the Wright Brothers...

Furthermore to round out his American story and insure his fme, Malcolm X like John Brown, Abraham Lincoln, Joseph Smith and John F Kennedy, along with a host of other lesser prophets, crowned his mission with martyrdom. Malcom X fulfills, it would seem, all the requirements-sucess against the odds, the role of the prophet and martyrdom- for inclusion in the American pantheon.

-Robert Penn Warren (December 1966)

Black_Power wrote: I think a lot of black people have this Tupac like obsession with Malcolm.

And what precisely did Tupac do during his lifetime with the exception of spitting at cameras and shouting thug life, thug life.

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Obal, why are you so defensive?

You keep reading too much into the wrong points and blowing it out of proportion.

Buu,

If you are one of those people who are obsessed with TuFool Shakur calling him a hero, Thats my reaction right there.

Go and read his bio and anything else you can about him. Watch footage of his speeches and presentations.

When I was at school they only taught us one thing about Malcolm X. Infact two; he was for civil rights and he 'supported 'violent action'and was merely contrasted with MLK, the pro'non-violent protest' black man. (KMT)

I read myself.. the TRUE HISTORY, from many dimensions and everything about Malcolm...if not all mauch...wheneverI just think of that stupid teacher...I just want toKICK them in their mongrel face! (literally)



TIP: Do not ever leave your education about 'US' in the hands of 'THEM'. Words cannot begin to describe how much they distort things and present only what they want to see and hear.

'Them'? HmmPh!'The devil incarnate'. You'd better believe it.



Malcolm was the best. Irreplaceable.That is all there is to it.

Go and read.

And then read some more...

...and then after that go and read some more.

Eulogie for Malcolm X
The following eulogy was delivered by Ossie Davis at the funeral of Malcolm X on 27 February 1965 at the Faith Temple Church Of God
Here—at this final hour, in this quiet place—Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes—extinguished now, and gone from us forever. For Harlem is where he worked and where he struggled and fought—his home of homes, where his heart was, and where his people are—and it is, therefore, most fitting that we meet once again—in Harlem—to share these last moments with him.

For Harlem has ever been gracious to those who have loved her, have fought for her and have defended her honor even to the death. It is not in the memory of man that this beleaguered, unfortunate, but nonetheless proud community has found a braver, more gallant young champion than this Afro-American who lies before us—unconquered still.

I say the word again, as he would want me to: Afro-American—Afro-American Malcolm, who was a master, was most meticulous in his use of words. Nobody knew better than he the power words have over minds of men.

Malcolm had stopped being a

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Negro

years ago. It had become too small, too puny, too weak a word for him. Malcolm was bigger than that. Malcolm had become an Afro-American, and he wanted—so desperately—that we, that all his people, would become Afro-Americans, too.

There are those who will consider it their duty, as friends of the Negro people, to tell us to revile him, to flee, even from the presence of his memory, to save ourselves by writing him out of the history of our turbulent times.

Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain—and we will smile. Many will say turn away—away from this man; for he is not a man but a demon, a monster, a subverter and an enemy of the black man—and we will smile. They will say that he is of hate—a fanatic, a racist—who can only bring evil to the cause for which you struggle! And we will answer and say to them:

Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever touch him or have him smile at you? Did you ever really listen to him? Did he ever do a mean thing? Was he ever himself associated with violence or any public disturbance? For if you did, you would know him. And if you knew him, you would know why we must honor him: Malcolm was our manhood, our living, black manhood!

This was his meaning to his people. And, in honoring him, we honor the best in ourselves. Last year, from Africa, he wrote these words to a friend:

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My journey,

he says,

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is almost ended, and I have a much broader scope than when I started out, which I believe will add new life and dimension to our struggle for freedom and honor and dignity in the States.

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I am writing these things so that you will know for a fact the tremendous sympathy and support we have among the African States for our human rights struggle. The main thing is that we keep a united front wherein our most valuable time and energy will not be wasted fighting each other.

However we may have differed with him—or with each other about him and his value as a man—let his going from us serve only to bring us together, now.

Consigning these mortal remains to earth, the common mother of all, secure in the knowledge that what we place in the ground is no more now a man—but a seed—which, after the winter of our discontent, will come forth again to meet us.

And we will know him then for what he was and is—a prince—our own black shining prince!—who didn’t hesitate to die, because he loved us so.