This review is for the Autobiography of Malcolm X.
There are few leaders, but within the real of leaders there are different leadership types. Having finished Malcom X’s autobiography for the second time, I asked myself who he is as a person, what kind of leader is he, what did he stand for, and why was he perceived by the country the way he was? I’ll state this from the beginning - I really like Malcolm X, I think he was intentionally harsh to make his larger points, and more than anything else I admire that he never compromised his own beliefs, even to protect himself near the end of his life, and was willing to evolve these beliefs. Yet the fact remains - he didn’t “accomplish” as much as King, and certainly isn’t remembered with a halo around his head. Is the point of a leader like Malcolm to challenge the status quo and accelerate their advancements?
Before I babble on, here’s what I think X was: a leader who challenged the status quo, almost a third party candidate in that regard, more concerned with addressing the larger issues than accomplishing short term compromises, dedicated to the ideals he stood for at the highest level, more concerned for advocating for these ideas than even protecting his own life.
First, let’s examine what kind of person he was. He grew up one of 8 children during the Great Depression in the north (where there was plenty of racism). His father was (most likely) murdered, his mother became mentally unstable and spent the last decades of her life in an institution (these weren’t the nicest places back then, especially for women, not to even mention blacks. As an interesting side note Woody Guthrie’s mother suffered a similar end). One of his first memories is escaping the family house in the middle of the night when two whites came to burn it down and his father fired a pistol to defend the family. Weeks later, when the police came to inquire about the pistol (blacks had to obtain a permit to own a handgun, and you can imagine how that process went) his father pointed to the hunting guns and lied about the pistol. Pause to consider no one was ever charged in the incident, but somehow the police found out about the gun (the only people who could have tipped them off the ones who burned down the house) and they didn’t charge the whites they instead came to interrogate the black man. The seeds of his distrust were planted at a young age.
Malcolm had incredible academic potential, but following the death of his father and his mother’s institutionalization, his behavior began to unravel. He spent a year in a reform school, did very well (though he resented being a “mascot”), but finished formal schooling in 8th grade. He spent several years in Harlem, acting as a street thug, before being thrown in prison for years and utterly transforming his life around Islam. Specifically, around the teachings of Elijah Muhammad and the Nation of Islam.
It was with the Nation of Islam that Malcolm X changed his name to X and became the face of the chruch and one of the most important and misunderstood Civil Rights leaders. Malcolm X wasn’t afraid to criticize whites, Christianity, complacent blacks who he called “Uncle Toms,” other Civil Rights leaders, or the pace and style of reform. He attended the March on Washington but called it the “Farce on Washington,” not content with the hippie elements to the march, the displays of affection between whites and blacks, and the nonviolent agreement to clear the streets before the curfew (as Malcolm sees it) set by white politicians and agreed to by black Civil Rights leaders. It turned “into a picnic.”
He wasn’t afraid to take swipes at anyone or anything he felt wasn’t working towards the human rights of blacks in America. In this regard, he reminds me of Frederick Douglass, who said “I would rather be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, than be false and incur my own abhorrence.” X says “I’m telling it like it is! You never have to worry about me biting my tongue if something I know as truth is on my mind.”
X was blessed with a brilliant mind and a sharp tongue, he was the perfect spokesperson, knowing how to read the pulse of his audience, knowing what traps to watch out for based on the kinds of questions he was asked, and absolutely unafraid to go toe to toe with anyone. Pity the fool who stepped into the intellectual boxing ring with Malcom because he was brilliant, fast, unafraid.
He also contained the ingredients to be a compelling messenger and had the perfect story. People still love this story. They screwed us. I am one of you. Join me to screw them back. This story usually works in enraging the crowd (ask Donald Trump), and what makes X even more compelling is his legitimacy in being one of the group.
Speaking of unafraid, X stood against corruption within his own church even with tremendous risk to his personal safety. For over a decade he dedicated himself fully to Elijah Muhammad, only to discover that Elijah wasn’t practicing what he preached with sexual purity (he had children with two, possibly three of his secretaries). At that point he had a choice, ignore it and don’t bring attention to it, or go public with the knowledge.
I think that MLK would have chosen to ignore that information. Speaking of different leadership types, MLK was more political than X, choosing short term compromises to achieve larger victories. X, however, represents complete and utter devotion to an ideal. Given the Socratic choice (stay and die or leave and live), X chooses death in going public with the information he learned.
On NPR the other day I heard a fascinating story which gives some more context. X was the member who recruited Casus Clay to the Nation of Islam and the two were quite close friends. If it wasn’t for X, Casus Clay would have never become Mohammed Ali. When X left the Nation of Islam, Mohammed Ali ended his friendship with him. X tried to patch it up before he died once, but Ali ignored him. Apparently that was one of Ali’s life long regrets, that he didn’t accept the peace offering and continue his friendship with X.
This brings us to the question of legacy. What I find so fascinating about X is how he evolved his beliefs and somehow is still remembered as the fiery, dangerous leader. After a pilgrimage to Mecca, X returns to the United States now convinced that blacks and whites can be working together and that peace is the ultimate victory. Ironic that he would be assassinated one year and two weeks after his turn of heart.
X was unafraid to change his mind, and begin to speak for brotherhood between whites and blacks near the end of his life. As admirable as the ability to stare down your to be assassins is the ability to evolve your beliefs over time.
It amazes me that X isn’t held in the same esteem as MLK, but it doesn’t surprise me. X was not afraid to say what needed to be said and offend others, this defined his leadership but also tainted his legacy. He stood for the truth, and those who achieve excellence can expect to be misunderstood and treated differently. He represented more than violence, but simplifying him to a violent character allows us to overlook his legacy, impact, and the validity of the criticisms he issued throughout his life. With X, MLK is not embraced by the white community as the approved messenger for Civil Rights. Even the way we remember King glosses over some of the more difficult points (his infidelities and anti-war stances near the end of his life). The way we overlook X says a good deal about modern society.
The world wasn’t ready for X, but we should be thankful for him. Malcolm X was a leader who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and deserves to be remembered as someone who advocated for a greater and more complete truth than the sound bites can represent.
Quotes
It has always been my belief that I, too, will die by violence. I have done all that I can to be prepared. 4
After the fire, I remember that my father was called in and questioned about a permit for the pistol with which he had shot at the white men who set the fire. I remember that the police were always dropping by our house, shoving things around, “just checking” or “looking for a gun.” The pistol they were looking for – which they never found, and for which they wouldn’t issue a permit – was sewed up inside the pillow. 6
Early in life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise. 11
[After he sees his mother in a mental institution] I knew I wouldn’t be back to see my mother again because it could make me a very vicious and dangerous person – knowing how they looked at us as numbers and as a case in their book, not as human beings. 27
It seemed that white boys felt that I, being a Negro, just naturally knew more about “romance,” or sex, than they did – that I instinctively knew more about what to do and say with their own girls. [21st century update, this still happens, a good white friend told me with complete sincerity once I was more sexual than him because I am Hispanic] 37
[Classic teacher stepping on a person’s aspiration example] Mr. Ostrowskil looked surpised…”Malcolm, one of life’s first needs is for us to be realistic. Don’t misunderstand me, now. We all here like you, you know that. But you’ve got to be realistic about being a nigger. A lawyer – that’s no realistic goal for a nigger. You need to think about something you can be. You’re good with your hands – making things. Everyone admires your carpentry shop work. Why don’t you plan on carpentry?”...it was a surprising thing that I had never thought of it that way before, but I realized that whatever I wasn’t, I was smarter than nearly all of those white kids. But apparently I was still not intelligent enough, in their eyes, to become whatever I wanted to be.. I’ve often thought if Mr. Ostrowski had encouraged me to become a lawyer, I would today probably be among some city’s professional black bourgeoisie, sipping cocktails…my primary concern would be to grab a few more crumbs from the groaning board of the two-faced whites with whom they’re begging to “integrate.” 46
I was going to become one of the most depraved parasitical hustlers among New York’s eight million people – four million of whom work, and the other four million of whom live off them. 87
[One of his hustles was arranging prostitution between white customers and black prostitutes, another experience I think deepened his distrust and disgust for whites. Also you can see why a person who openly discusses the following wasn’t embraced by the white community] I wouldn’t tell all the things I’ve seen [which according to Hemmingway is the most powerful way to tell it, ps that’s right after he talks about how one prostitute used to whip men who requested that so you can imagine how absurd the stuff he won’t discuss must be]. I used to wonder, later one, when I was in prison, what a psychiatrist would make of it all. And so many of these men held responsible positions; they exercised guidance, influence, and authority over others. / In prison later, I’d think, too, about another thing. Just about all of those whites specifically expressed as their preference black, black, “the blacker the better.” 136
The full story is the best way that I know to have it seen, and understood, that I had sunk to the very bottom of the American white man’s society when – son now, in prison – I found Allah and the religion of Islam and it completely transformed my life. 174
[Ironically, X was in prison when Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in baseball] I’ll never forget the prison sensation created that day in April, 1947, when Jackie Robinson was brought up to play with the Brooklyn Dodgers. Jackie Robinson had, then, his most fanatic fan in me. When he played, my ear was glued to the radio, and no game ended without my refiguring his average up through his last turn at bat. 179
I was going through the hardest thing, also the greatest thing, for any human being to do; to accept that which is already within you, and around you. 189
[Of rediscovering the joy of learning] I was so fascinated that I went on – I copied the dictionary’s next page. And the same experience came when I studied that…I suppose it was inevitable that as my world-base broadened, I could for the first time pick up a book and read and now begin to understand what the book was saying…In fact, up to then, I never had been so truly free in my life. 199
Four hundred years of black blood and sweat invested here in America, and the white man still has the black man begging for what every immigrant fresh off the ship can take for granted the minute he walks down the gangplank. 207
Not long ago, an English writer telephoned me from London, asking questions. One was, “What’s your alma mater?” I told him, “Books”…prison enabled me to study far more intensively than I would have if my life had gone differently and I had attended some college. 207
I will tell you that, right there, in prison, debating, speaking to a crowd, was an exhilarating to me as the discovery of knowledge through reading had been. 212
[on the name change] The Muslim’s “X” symbolized the true African family name that he never could know. For me, my “X” replaced the white slavemaster name of “Little” upon which some blue-eyed devil name Little had imposed upon my paternal forebears. 229
I found my poor, ignorant, brainwashed black brothers mostly too deaf, dumb, and blind, mentally, morally, and spiritually, to respond. [He shares this point with MLK, who bemoaned the spiritual poverty of his time. Which brings us to the question, can you be anything special if you’re “piss poor morally?” (TI) I’m not sure you can, but the post-modern world doesn’t like that conversation no sir.]229
[X shares the story of his own father] That raping, red-headed devil was my grandfather! That close yes! My mother’s father! She didn’t speak of it, can you blame her? She said she never laid eyes on him! She was glad for that! I’m glad for her! If I could drain away his blood that pollutes my body, and pollutes my complexion, I’d do it! I hate every drop of the rapists’ blood that’s in me! 232
[Proposes to his wife over the telephone, he’s a hilarious dude.] It was about ten in the morning when I got inside Detroit. Getting gas at a filling station, Ijust went to their pay phone on a wall; I telephoned Sister Betty X…She said, “oh, hello, Brother Minister-“ I just said it to her direct: “Look, do you want to get married?” Naturally she acted all surprised and shocked. The more I thought about it, to this day I believe she was only putting on an act. Because women know. They know. She said, just like I knew she would, “Yes.” Then I said, well, I didn’t have a whole lot of time, she’d better catch a plan to Detroit. 265
I’m telling it like it is! You never have to worry about me biting my tongue if something I know as truth is on my mind. 314
*It was like being on a battlefield – with intellectual and philosophical bullets. It was exciting battling with ideas. I got so I could feel my audiences’ temperaments. I’ve talked with other public speakers; they agree that this ability is native to any person who has the “mass appeal” gift, who can get through to and move people. It’s a psychic radar. As a doctor, with his finger against a pulse, is able to feel the hear rate, when I am up there speaking, I can feel the reaction to what I am saying. 325
As long as I did nothing [about Muhammad’s infidelities], I felt it was the same as being disloyal. I felt that as long as I sat down, I was not helping Mr. Muhammad – when somebody needed to be standing up…And that was how, after twelve years of never thinking for as much as five minutes about myself, I became able finally to muster the nerve, the strength, to start facing the facts, to think for myself. 343
[The pilgrimage to Mecca] The feeling hit me that there really wasn’t any color problem here. The effect was as though I had just stepped out of a prison. 370
To me the earth’s most explosive and pernicious evil is racism, the inability of God’s creatures to live as One, especially in the Western world…Even I was myself astounded [at the change of heart]. But there was precedent in my life for this letter. My whole life had been a chronology of – changes. 389
In the past, yes, I have made sweeping indictments of all white people. I never will be guilty of that again – as I know now that some white people are truly sincere, that some truly are capable of being brotherly toward a black man. The true Islam has shown me that a blanked indictment of all white people is wrong as when whites make blanket indictments against blacks. 416
Anything I do today, I regard as urgent. No man is given but so much time to accomplish whatever his life's work. 435
It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest joy can come; it is only after slavery and prison that the sweetest appreciation of freedom can come. 437
Every morning when I wake up, now, I regard it as having another borrowed day...I know that I could die suddenly. 439