Autobiography Of Malcolm X Quotes

The main thing you got to remember is that everything in the world is a hustle.

If someone puts their hands on you make sure they never put their hands on anybody else again.

So early in my life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise.

Hence I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight.

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

Why am I as I am? To understand that of any person, his whole life, from Birth must be reviewed. All of our experiences fuse into our personality. Everything that ever happened to us is an ingredient.

Children have a lesson adults should learn, to not be ashamed of failing, but to get up and try again. Most of us adults are so afraid, so cautious, so 'safe,' and therefore so shrinking and rigid and afraid that it is why so many humans fail. Most middle-aged adults have resigned themselves to failure.

In fact, once he is motivated no one can change more completely than the man who has been at the bottom. I call myself the best example of that.

I'm sorry to say that the subject I most disliked was mathematics. I have thought about it. I think the reason was that mathematics leaves no room for argument. If you made a mistake, that was all there was to it.

Anytime you find someone more successful than you are, especially when you're both engaged in the same business - you know they're doing something that you aren't.

One day, may we all meet together in the light of understanding.

Don't condemn if you see a person has a dirty glass of water, just show them the clean glass of water that you have. When they inspect it, you won't have to say that yours is better." -said by Elijah Muhammad to Malcolm X

I believe in recognizing every human being as a human being--neither white, black, brown, or red; and when you are dealing with humanity as a family there's no question of integration or intermarriage. It's just one human being marrying another human being or one human being living around and with another human being.

It is only after slavery and prison that the sweetest appreciation of freedom can come.

I’ve had enough of someone else’s propaganda… I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I’m a human being first and foremost, and as such I’m for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.

I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land--every color, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike--all snored in the same language.

Despite my firm convictions, I have been always a man who tries to face facts, and to accept the reality of life as new experience and new knowledge unfolds it. I have always kept an open mind, which is necessary to the flexibility that must go hand in hand with every form of intelligent search for truth.

لقد تعلمت باكراَ إن الحق لا يعطي لمن يسكت عنه, وإن على المرء أن يحدث بعض الضجيج إن أراد أن يحصل على شيء

I saw all races, all colors, blue eyed blonds to black skinned Africans in true brotherhood! In unity! Living as one! Worshiping as one! No segregationists, no liberals; they would not have known how to interpret the meaning of those words

This was my first lesson about gambling: if you see somebody winning all the time, he isn't gambling, he's cheating. Later on in life, if I were continuously losing in any gambling situation, I would watch very closely.

هنا يرقد رجل اصفر قتله رجل اسود في حرب رجل أبيض كان قد قتل كل الرجال الحمر

ارى ان السجن يأتي بعد الجامعة مباشرة كأنسب مكان لمن يريد ان يفكر

We all like chicken

I imagine that one of the biggest troubles with colleges is there are too many distractions, too much panty-raiding, fraternities, and boola-boola and all of that.

لا يدرك الناس أن كتابا واحدا قد يغير حياة انسان

إن الناس لا تعرف أن كتاباً واحداً كفيلاً بأن يغير مجرى حياة الإنسان

إنني لا أحتمل شخصاَ لايحمل الساعة لأن ذلك يوضح لي إنه لا يقدر الوقت

انني كنت أسفل سافلين في قاع المجتمع الأمريكي عندما اهتديت الى الله و الى الإسلام تغير مجرى حياتي

إن الزوجة في الحضارة الغربية تفقد جاذبيتها بمجرد ما تفقد جمالها المادي أما الإسلام فيحثنا على رؤية جمال المرأة الباطني

في كل الأعمال يحدد نجاحنا أو فشلنا مدى تقديرنا وإحترامنا للوقت

هل تعرف إن بعض أعظم الرجال الذين عرفهم التاريخ لم يعترف بهم إلا بعدما واراهم التراب؟

إن الإستماع فن من الفنون. عندما يتكلم الرجل أنتبه إلى صوته لأعرف هل هو صادق فيما يقوله

عرفت أن الحقيقة تصل الى قلوب العصاة إذا عرفوا و اعترفوا بأنهم عصاة

I learned early that crying out in protest could accomplish things. My older brothers and sister had started to school when, sometimes, they would come in and ask for a buttered biscuit or something and my mother, impatiently, would tell them no. But I would cry out and make a fuss until I got what I wanted. I remember well how my mother asked me why I couldn't be a nice boy like Wilfred; but I would think to myself that Wilfred, for being so nice and quiet, often stayed hungry. So early in life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise.

عاهدت الله على الا أنسى أن الاسلام هو الذى اعطانى الاجنحة التى احلق بها ولم انس ذلك ابدا ... لم أنسه لحظة واحدة

When I am dead--I say it that way because from the things I know, I do not expect to live long enough to read this book in its finished form--I want you to just watch and see if I'm not right in what I say: that the white man, in his press, is going to identify me with "hate". He will make use of me dead, as he has made use of me alive, as a convenient symbol, of "hatred"--and that will help him escape facing the truth that all I have been doing is holding up a mirror to reflect, to show, the history of unspeakable crimes that his race has committed against my race.

And because I had been a hustler, I knew better than all whites knew, and better than nearly all of the black 'leaders' knew, that actually the most dangerous black man in America was the ghetto hustler. Why do I say this? The hustler, out there in the ghetto jungles, has less respect for the white power structure than any other Negro in North America. The ghetto hustler is internally restrained by nothing. He has no religion, no concept of morality, no civic responsibility, no fear--nothing. To survive, he is out there constantly preying upon others, probing for any human weakness like a ferret. The ghetto hustler is forever frustrated, restless, and anxious for some 'action'. Whatever he undertakes, he commits himself to it fully, absolutely. What makes the ghetto hustler yet more dangerous is his 'glamour' image to the school-dropout youth in the ghetto.These ghetto teen-agers see the hell caught by their parents struggling to get somewhere, or see that they have given up struggling in the prejudiced, intolerant white man’s world. The ghetto teen-agers make up their own minds they would rather be like the hustlers whom they see dressed ‘sharp’ and flashing money and displaying no respect for anybody or anything. So the ghetto youth become attracted to the hustler worlds of dope, thievery, prostitution, and general crime and immorality.

I certainly wasn't seeking any degree, the way a college confers a status symbol upon its students. My homemade education gave me, with every additional book that I read, a little bit more sensitivity to the deafness, dumbness and blindness that was afflicting the black race in America. Not long ago, an English writer telephoned me, asking questions. One was, "What's your alma mater?" I told him, "Books.

Truth does not change, only our awareness of it.

It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest joy can come

Hence I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight. I

I Used the Word 'Negro' and I was Firmly Corrected

وانا على يقين ان امريكا فى امس الحاجة الحاجة الى الاسلام

إذا كان هناك من يقوم بعمل يشبه عملك ويتفوق عليك فهو لامحالة يفعل شيئا لاتفعله

إن حسن المعاملة لا يعني لي شيئاً ما دام الرجل الأبيض لن ينظر إليّ أبداً كما ينظر الى نفسه

إن لدي من الشجاعة مايسمح بأن اقول لك إنني لا أعرف ما هي فلسفتي ولكنني رجل مرن

لكنني لا أخشى أياَ منهم لأنني أملك كل ما أحتاجه, أملك الحقيقة

أن السبيل الوحيد الى الحقيقة هو الإعتراف بالذنب

Right now, in every big city ghetto, tens of thousands of yesterday's and today's school dropouts are keeping body and soul together by some form of hustling in the same way I did.

How is it possible to write one's autobiography in a world so fast-changing as this?

سواء كان ما يستعمله الإنسان رصاصاَ أو بطاقات اقتراع فإن عليه أن يحسن الرماية وألا يستهدف الدمية ولكن من يحركها

إن مشتري المسروق أنذل من السارق لأنه يسرق مرتين

He said, one time, that no true leader burdened his followers with a greater load than they could carry, and no true leader sets too fast a pace for his follows to keep up.

I think that an objective reader may see how in the society to which I was exposed as a black youth here in America, for me to wind up in a prison was really just about inevitable. It happens to so many thousands of black youth.

كانت حياتي سلسة من التحولات

I actually believed that after living as fully as humanly possible, one should then die violently. I expected then as I still expect today

أنت تثق فيهم, أما أنا فلا. لقد درستَ عنهم في المدارس ماأرادوك أن تدرسه أما أنا فقد درستهم في الشوارع والسجون, أي على الطبيعة

كنت قد تركت جزءا من نفسى فى مكة المكرمة وأخذت جزءا منها معى الى الابد

يجب ان نتعلم من الاطفال عدم الخجل من الفشل و ان نقوم و نعيد الكرة

لقد تكلمت مع رجال كانوا في السجون و أدهشني أنهم نسوا كل وصماتها إلا وصمة القضبان

I came here to tell the truth - and if the truth condemns America, then she stands condemned!

لو كانت المسيحية قد وجدت في ألمانيا لكان ستة ملايين من اليهود مايزالون على قيد الحياة

قلت لهم عندما زرت مكة ان الخطأ خطأهم لانهم لايفعلون كل مايجب للتعريف بلاسلام الحقيقى فى الغرب فيتركون الباب مفتوحا أمام المشعوذين والمضللين

Tell him that he and all of the other moderate Negroes who are getting somewhere need to always remember that it was us extremists who made it possible.

Any person who claims to have deep feeling for other human beings should think a long, long time before he votes to have other men kept behind bars--caged. I am not saying there shouldn't be prisons, but there shouldn't be bars. Behind bars, a man never reforms. He will never forget. He will never get completely over the memory of the bars.

هل يمكن للإنسان أن يكتب سيرته الذاتية في عالم يتغير بهذه السرعة؟

you will never catch me with a free fifteen minutes in which I'm not studying something I feel might be able to help the black man.

ان اسمى مايطمح اليه المسلم هو ان يموت على ارض المعركة وليس فى فراشه

إنني لا أحتمل شخصاً لايحمل الساعة لأن ذلك يوضح لي أنه لايُقدّر الوقت

America is subsidizing what is left of the prestige and strength of the once mighty Britain. The sun has set forever on that monocled, pith-helmeted resident colonialist, sipping tea with his delicate lady in the non-white colonies being systematically robbed of every valuable resource. Britain's superfluous royalty and nobility now exist by charging tourists to inspect the once baronial castles, and by selling memoirs, perfumes, autographs, titles, and even themselves.

على من يريد أن يتبعني ويتبع حركتي أن يكون مستعدا لدخول السجون والمستشفيات والإنتقال إلى المقابر قبل أن يستطيع أن يقول إنه حر حقاً

في كل الأعمال يحدد نجاحنا أو فشلنا مدى تقديرنا واحترامنا للوقت

مع السرعة التي تتغير بها الاحداث في أيامنا هذه قد يحدث في المساء ما ينسخ قول المرء في الصباح.

Why, when all of my ancestors are snake-bitten, and I’m snake-bitten, and I warn my children to avoid snakes, what does that snake sound like accusing me of hate-teaching?

الرجال الذين غيروا مجرى التاريخ استطاعوا أن يغيروا نظرة الناس إلى نفسها, هتلر والمسيح وستالين وبوذا... والايجا محمد المحترم

All of us - who might have probed space, or cured cancer, or built industries - were, instead, black victims of the white man's American social system.

بدأت أدرك أهمية السجاد عند المسلمين. كان لكل شخص سجادة صلاة ولكل زوجين أو جماعة من الناس سجاد كبير.. وصلى المسلمون في تلك الغرفة كل على سجادته ثم فرشوا فوق سجاد كبير منديلاً وأكلوا عليه فأصبح السجاد غرفة طعام.. ثم حملوا الصحون والمنديل وجلسوا على السجاد فأصبح السجاد غرفة جلوس، وكانوا من قبل يفترشونه فكان غرفة نوم.. حينذاك أدركت لماذا كان تاجر المسروقات في بوسطن يدفع لنا كل تلك المبالغ في السجاد الشرقي، أدركت أن غلاءه يعود إلى اتقانه الذي يعود إلى أهميته في بلاد له فيها كل هذه الوجه من الاستعمال

All I had done was to improve on their strategy, and it was the beginning of a very important lesson in life - that anytime you find someone more successful than you are, especially when you're both engaged in the same business - you know they're doing something that you aren't.

أنا لا أقول أن السجون يجب ان تغلق. انا اقول إنها يجب ان تكون بلا قضبان، ان رجلاً يوضع داخل القضبان لا يمكن أن يُصلَح او ينسى لأنه لا يمكن أن يتغلب على ذكرى القضبان ابدا مهما حاول أو أن يمحوها من ذاكرته.

Mankind's history has proved from one era to another that the true criterion of leadership is spiritual

لقد أطفأ الرجل الأبيض نور عيوننا وجاء الأن يتهمنا بعدم القدرة على البصر

إذا لم آمن على نفسي بين قومي فاين آمن عليها؟

لاشئ يدوم فى الحياة ولاحتى الحياة (ابتسم)

ان لدى من الشجاعة مايسمح لى بأن اقول لك اننى لا اعرف ماهى فلسفتى ولكننى رجل مرن

Men are attracted by spirit. By power men are forced. Love is engendered by spirit. By power anxieties are created.

No man has believed perfectly until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.

I suppose that it was inevitable that my word-base broadened. I could now for the first time pick up a book and read and now begin to understand what the book was saying. Anyone who has read a great deal can imagine the new world that opened. Let me tell you something: from then until I left that prison, in every free moment I had, if I was not reading in the library, I was reading in my bunk. You couldn’t have gotten me out of my books with a wedge...Months passed without my even thinking about being imprisoned. In fact, up to then, I never had been so truly free in my life.

إن الرجل الأبيض لايعرف كيف يضحك. إنه فقط يبدي أسنانه, أما نحن فإننا نعرف كيف نضحك . نحن تنبع الضحكة من أعمق أعماقنا

كنت في المنحدر فأنقذني ولكن عندما أفكر في ذلك أجد أننا أنقذنا بعضنا البعض

اصبحت لاارى الا وفى يدى كتاب , ولم تعد هناك قوة على وجة الارض تستطيع أن تنزعنى منة وفتحت لى القراءة الابواب على دنى عجيبة

Do nothing unto anyone that you would not like to have done unto yourself. Seek peace, and never be the aggressor—but if anyone attacks you, we do not teach you to turn the other cheek.

ولكن الصلاة كانت اصعب امتحان مررت به فى حياتى كلها .كان الايمان كااقتناع نظرى سهلا اما السجود فقد احتجت معة الى اسبوع كامل من الاخذ والرد وانت تعرف الخلفية التى كنت انطلق منها وأننى لم أثن ركبتى ابدا الا التقاط قفل بيت اسرقة فكنت اهم بالسجود فأشعر بالحرج والخجل وأتراجع . ذلك أن الاعتراف بالذنب أمام الله وطلب مغفرته شئ عسير على المذنب وعندما نجحت فى ذلك اخيرا وقعت ساجدا ولم اعرف ماذا اقول !

تعلم الحكمة من حدقة العين التي ترى كل شيء وتعمى عن رؤية نفسها, شاعر فارسي

وامضيت الليلة فى الصلاة , صليت بحرارة وسألت الله ان يبدد شكى ويبدله يقين

I read aimlessly, until I learned to read selectively, with a purpose.

I knew right there in prison that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see it today, the ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

I have often reflected upon the new vistas that reading opened to me. I knew right there, in prison, that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see it today, the ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive. I certainly wasn’t seeking any degree, the way a college confers a status symbol upon its students. My home made education gave me, with every additional book that I read, a little bit more sensitivity to the deafness, dumbness, and blindness that was afflicting the black race in America. Not long ago, an English writer telephoned me from London asking questions. One was, “What’s your alma mater?” I told him, “Books.” You will never catch me with a free fifteen minutes in which I’m not studying something I feel might be able to help the black man.

You see, Islam is the only religion that gives both husband and wife a true understanding of what love is. The Western “love” concept, you take it apart, it really is lust. But love transcends just the physical. Love is disposition, behaviour, attitude, thoughts, likes, dislikes - these things make a beautiful woman, a beautiful wife. This is the beauty that never fades. You find in your Western civilisation that when a man’s wife’s physical beauty fails, she loses her attraction. But Islam teaches us to look into the woman, and teaches her to look into us.

One call that I never will forget came at close to four A.M., waking me; he must have just gotten up in Los Angeles. His voice said, "Alex Haley?" I said, sleepily, "Yes? Oh, hey, Malcolm!" His voice said, "I trust you seventy percent" -- and then he hung up. I lay a short time thinking about him and I went back to sleep feeling warmed by that call, as I still am warmed to remember it. Neither of us ever mentioned it." The Autobiography of Malcolm X

Four hundred years the white man has had his foot-long knife in the black man's back--and now the white man starts to wiggle the knife out, maybe six inches! The black man's supposed to be grateful? Why, if the white man jerked the knife out, it's still going to leave a scar!

The greatest miracle Christianity has achieved in America is that the black man in white Christian hands has not grown violent. It is a miracle that 22 million black people have not risen up against their oppressors – in which they would have been justified by all moral criteria, and even by the democratic tradition! It is a miracle that a nation of black people has so fervently continued to believe in a turn-the-other-cheek and heaven-for-you-after-you-die philosophy! It is a miracle that the American black people have remained a peaceful people, while catching all the centuries of hell that they have caught, here in white man’s heaven! The miracle is that the white man’s puppet Negro ‘leaders’, his preachers and the educated Negroes laden with degrees, and others who have been allowed to wax fat off their black poor brothers, have been able to hold the black masses quiet until now.

إن هذا بالضبط هو مايريده لك الرجل الأبيض يا أخي! أن تسكر حتى يجد تعليلاَ لنزوله عليك بهراوته

My feeling about in-laws was that they were outlaws.

ان امريكا فى حاجة الى فهم الاسلام لانة الدين الوحيد الذى يملك حل مشاكل العنصرية فيها

كان الجزائريون ثوار عايشو الموت عن قرب فلم يعودوا يرهبونة

أدركت لماذا تاجر المسروقات في بوسطن يدفع لنا كل تلك المبالغ في السجاد الشرقي، أدركت ان غلاءه يعود الى اتقانه الذي يعود الى أهميته في بلاد له فيها كل هذه الوجوه من الاستعمال

Never ask a woman about other men. Either she'll tell you a lie, and you still won't know, or if she tells you the truth, you might not have wanted to hear it in the first place.

All praise is due to Allah that I went to Boston when I did. If I hadn't, I'd probably still be a brainwashed black Christian.

No one will know who we are... until we now who we are! We will be able to go anywhere until we know where we are!

In any organization, someone must be the boss. If it’s even just one person, you’ve got to be the boss of yourself.

Here was one of the white man's most characteristic behavior patterns - where black men are concerned. He loves himself so much that he is startled if he discovers that his victims don't share his vainglorious self-opinion.

...the truth can be quickly received, or received at all, only by the sinner who knows and admits that he is guilty of having sinned much. Stated another way: only guilt admitted accepts truth.

Looking back, I think I really was at least slightly out of my mind. I viewed narcotics as most people regard food. I wore my guns as today I wear my neckties. Deep down, I actually believed that after living as fully as humanly possible, one should then die violently. I expected then, as I still expect today, to die at any time. But then, I think I deliberately invited death in many, sometimes insane, ways.

I want to say before I go on that I have never previously told anyone my sordid past in detail. I haven't done it now to sound as though I might be proud of how bad, how evil, I was. But people are always speculating-why am I as I am? To understand that of any person, his whole life, from birth, must be reviewed. All of our experiences fuse into our personality. Everything that ever happened to us is an ingredient. Today, when everything that I do has an urgency, I would not spend one hour in the preparation of a book which had the ambition to perhaps titillate some readers. But I am spending many hours because 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-soon now, in prison-I found Allah and the religion of Islam and it completely transformed my life.

أصبحت أؤمن بأن الرجل الأبيض إنسان بشرط أن ينعكس في سلوكه مايثبت أنه إنسان

اننى لم اكن اتعلم فى الجامعة قدر ماتعلمتة فى السجن

ان احدا لن يعرف هويتنا اذا لم نعرفها نحن واذا لم نعرفها بقينا حيث نحن

ان العنصرية شر مافى الوجود

رأيت لاول مرة فى حياتى اناسا من كل الالوان لاينظرون الى الوانهم ويعيشون فى اخاء وصادق حيقيى

عندما تكون عوامل الانفجار الاجتماعى موجودة لاتحتاج الجامهير لمن يحرضها

ف حين ان التاريخ الانسانى يثبت فى مختلف مراحلة أن الزعامة الروحانية هى المعيار للزعامة الصحيحة لان الروحانيات تجذب الانسان فى حين ان القوة لا تخلف لدية الا الخوف

و لكن كن على يقين ان الانسان الأسود اذا ما فتش في حياته سيجد ان الرجل الابيض تصرف معه فعلا تصرفا شيطانيا

The hardest test I ever faced in my life was praying.

Why is the American black man so complacent about being trampled upon? Why doesn’t the American black man fight to be a human being?

[S]ociety has produced and nourishes a psychology which brings out the lowest, most base part of human beings.

يعتبر الخداع ادهى وصمة يصاب بها الانسان

I read aimlessly, until I learned to read selectively, with a purpose. - Malcom X

I don't mind shaking hands with a human being, are you one?

أُغتيلَ أبي على يد البيض. ولقد كان عندي دائماً شعورغريب بأنني أنا أيضاً سأموت مقتولاً فاستعددت لذلك ما وسعني الإستعداد.

Whether you use bullets or ballots, you’ve got to aim well; don’t strike at the puppet, strike at the puppeteer.

I later heard somewhere, or read, that Malcolm X telephoned an apology to the reporter. But this was the kind of evidence which caused many close observers of the Malcolm X phenomenon to declare in absolute seriousness that he was the only Negro in America who could either start a race riot-or stop one. When I once quoted this to him, tacitly inviting his comment, he told me tartly, "I don't know if I could start one. I don't know if I'd want to stop one.

there seemed to be a higher code of ethics and sisterliness among those prostitutes than among numerous ladies of the church who have more men for kicks than the prostitutes have for pay.

I don't know how many marriage breakups are caused by these movie-and television-addicted women expecting some bouquets and kissing and hugging and being swept out like Cinderella for dinner and dancing -- then getting mad when a poor, scraggly husband comes in tired and sweaty from working like a dog all day, looking for some food.

Eventually my mother suffered a complete breakdown, and the court orders were finally signed. They took her to the State Mental Hospital at Kalamazoo. My mother remained in the same hospital at Kalamazoo for about 26 years. My last visit, when I knew I would never come to see her again-there-was in 1952. I was twenty-seven. My brother Philbert had told me that on his last visit, she had recognized him somewhat. "In spots" he said. But she didn't recognize me at all. She stared at me. She didn't know who I was. Her mind, when I tried to talk, to reach her, was somewhere else. I asked, "Mama, do you know what day it is?" She said, staring, "All the people have gone." I can't describe how I felt. The woman who had brought me into the world, and nursed me, and advised me, and chastised me, and loved me, didn't know me. It was as if I was trying to walk up the side of a hill of feathers." -Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X

American society makes it next to impossible for humans to meet in America and not be conscious of their color differences. And we both agreed that if racism could be removed, America could offer a society where rich and poor could truly live like human beings....The white man is not inherently evil, but America's racist society influences him to act evilly. The society has produced and nourishes a psychology which brings out the lowest, most base part of human beings.

It's like the Negro in America seeing the white man win all the time. He's a professional gambler; he has all the cards and the odds stacked on his side, and he has always dealt to our people from the bottom of the deck.

Let’s just face truth. Facts! Whether or not the white man of the world is able to face truth, and facts, about the true reasons for his troubles—that’s what essentially will determine whether or not he will now survive.

عندما يدخل الإنسان إلى السجن تتغير نظرته إلى نفسه وإلى الناس. إن السوقيين الذين بقيت سفينتهم تنساب بهم خارج أسوار السجون على مياه هادئة, يحتقرون الخارجين من السجن, ولكن الخارج من السجن يبقى مرفوع الرأس عندما تغرق بهؤلاء سفينتهم

It’s a crime, the lie that has been told to generations of black men and white men both. Little innocent black children, born of parents who believed that their race had no history. Little black children seeing, before they could talk, that their parents considered themselves inferior. Innocent black children growing up, living out their lives, dying of old age—and all of their lives ashamed of being black. But the truth is pouring out of the bag now.

A thousand ways every day, the white man is telling you "You can't live here, you can't enter here, you can't eat here, drink here, walk here, work here, you can't ride here, you can't play here, you can't study here." Haven't we seen enough to see that he has no plan to *unite* with you?

ان العرب لا يفهمون نفسية غير العرب ولايدركون اهمية العلاقات العامة , وانهم يقولوا (ان شاءالله ) ثم ينتظرون أن يأتيهم الناس مسلمين , ان لااقول ان الاسلام لايسير ولكن لو كان المسلمون يستعملون مناهج العلاقات العامة المتطورة لسار بسرعة مضاعفة

قد يفتحون الباب فى الظاهر ولكنة يظل فى الواقع مغلقا باحكام

وكأن بامكان الضحية ان تحب سفاحها ا

لكن الاحداث التى تبدو لنا بسيطة هى التى تحرك التاريخ

ان الجرح سيبقى حتى لو اخرج السكين

ارى ان السجن يأتى بعد الجامعة مباشرةة كأنسب مكان لمن يريد أن يفكر , ان السجين اذا كان لدية الحافز يستطيع ان يغير حياتة

اذا كان هناك من يقوم بعمل يشبة عملك ويتفوق عليك فهو لامحالة يفعل شيئا لاتفعلة

ان تجاربنا هى التى تكون شخصيتنا

ماأعمق ماامتدت الى يد الاسلام لترفعنى !

الحج فى اللغة العربية معناه قصد مكان معين

الحل الوحيد اليوم فى أن يقود الدين الحق الحكومات

وان مهما يكن نوع العمل الذى يقوم به الانسان فان عليه على الاقل أن يفكر لنفسه

اننى باحث عن الحقيقة واننى ازن الاشياء بموازينها وان ما أعارضة هو الافكار الجاهزة والمجتمعات المفصلة على مقياس واحد

I would rather have a mule I can depend upon than a race horse that I can’t depend upon.

The greatest single reason for [the] Christian church’s failure . . . is its failure to combat racism.

...only guilt admitted accepts truth.

How is the black man going to get 'civil rights' before he first wins his human rights?

If I weren't out here every day battling the white man, I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity—because you can hardly mention anything I'm not curious about.

Sometimes, I have a dared dream to myself that one day, history may even say that my voice--which disturbed the white man's smugness, and his arrogance, and his complacency--that my voice helped to save America from a grave, possibly even a fatal catastrophe.

In the United States, it is our weakness to confuse the numerical strength of an organization and the publicity attached to leaders with the germinating forces that sow the seeds of social upheaval in our community.

Where the really sincere white people have got to do their “proving” of themselves is not among the black victims, but out on the battle lines of where America’s racism really is—and that’s in their own home communities; America’s racism is among their own fellow whites. That’s where the sincere whites who really mean to accomplish something have got to work. Aside

Yes, I have cherished my “demagogue” role. I know that societies often have killed the people who have helped to change those societies. And if I can die having brought any light, having exposed any meaningful truth that will help to destroy the racist cancer that is malignant in the body of America—then, all of the credit is due to Allah. Only the mistakes have been mine.

وهكذا على مر التاريخ، قد نكون معهم، ولكننا لا ولن نصبح منهم. قد يفتحون لنا الباب في الظاهر ولكنه يظل في الواقع مغلقاً بإحكام. لقد كان وجودي في ذلك البيت وعدمه سيان. هذه حقيقة التنازل الأبيض وحقيقة ما يدعى ب”التحريريين” و”البيض الطيبين” التي أحاول أن أوضحها لأنصار الإندماج من الزنوج. أن حسن المعاملة لا يعني لي شيئاً ما دام الرجل الأبيض لن ينظر إليَّ أبداً كما ينظر إلى نفسه. قد يشاركني الحلو ولكنه لن يشاركني المر، وعندما تتوغل في أعماق نفسه تجد أنه ما زال مقتنعاً بأنه أفضل مني.

All of that Hollywood stuff! Like these women wanting men to pick them up and carry them across thresholds and some of them weigh more than you do. I don't know how many marriage breakups are caused by these movie and television addicted women expecting some bouquets and kissing and hugging and being swept out like Cinderella for dinner and dancing then getting mad when a poor, scraggly husband comes in tired and sweaty from working like a dog all day, looking for some food. ~Malcolm X

I’m speaking from personal experience when I say of any black man who conks today, or any white-wigged black woman, that if they gave the brains in their heads just half as much attention as they do their hair, they would be a thousand times better off.

I know that societies often have killed people who have helped to change those societies. And if I can die having brought any light, having exposed any meaningful truth that will help destroy the racist cancer that is malignant in the body of America, then, all credit is due to Allah. Only the mistakes have been mine. - el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz

I had heard for years of Muslim hospitality, but one couldn't quite imagine such warmth.

المرأة التي تبكي على الدوام تفعل ذلك لأنها تعرف أنها لن تعاقب عليه

ليس هناك جماعة في الولايات المتحدة تستطيع تنفيذ هذه التهديدات إلا المسلمون السود. أنا أعرفهم لأنني أنا الذي علمتهم

Always, every now and then, I had given her a hard time, just to keep her in line. Every once in a while a woman seems to need, in fact wants this too.

لو كان السود رجالا ونساء ينفقون على تنمية عقولهم ماينفقونة على تليين شعورهم , لاصبحت احوالهم أفضل ألاف المرات مما هى علية

ماجدوى السؤال؟ ان المرأة فى هذة الحالة اما ان تكذب فتظل انت على جهلك بالحقيقة واما ان تقول الحقيقة فتندم على السؤال

ان على المرء أن يبدو وكأنة يملك شيئا قبل أن يحاول امتلاك اى شئ أخر

قال الايجا محمد ركزوا على الشباب وسيتبع الكهول حياء

اننى اميل الى الصراع بطبعى وافضل اذا رأيت كأسا متسخا أناقول لصاحبها انها متسخة

ان الزوجة فى الحضارة الغربية تفقد جاذبيتها بمجرد ان تفقد جمالها المادى .أما الاسلام فيحثنا على رؤية جمال المرأة الباطنى

ولقد استطاعت بيتى أن تنفذ الى البواطن فاستطاعت ان تفهمنى

ان الذين يصعب اقناعهم هم الذين يحسن اسلامهم

ان العدو عندما يكشف يجرد قدرتة على الخداع وزرع التفرقة

لقد خصصت لهذا الكتاب أكثر ماعندى من وقت , لاننى على يقين أن قصة حياتى الكاملة والمحكية بصدق قد تكون اذا ماقرئت بموضوعية شهادة ذات اهمية اجتماعية ما .

ولكن لا انفراج الا بعد شدة ولا معنى للحرية الا بعد الاأسر والعبودية

ان مشترى المسروقات انذل من السارق لانه يسرق مرتين

ان الحقيقة تصل الى قلوب العصاة اذ عرفوا واعترفوا بأنهم عصاة ومعنى ذلك ان السبيل الوحيد الى الحقيقة هو الاعتراف بالذنب

اذهلتنى اخلاق المسلمين التى لم اكن قد رأيت لها مثيلا بين الزنوج

It showed me how any country’s moral strength, or its moral weakness, is quickly measurable by the street attire and attitude of its women—especially its young women.

Under the pitiful misapprehension that it would make them "better," these Hill Negroes were breaking their backs trying to imitate white people.

If I weren't out here every day battling the white man, I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity - because you can hardly mention anything I'm not curious about.

In the hectic pace of the world today, there is no time for meditation, or for deep thought. A prisoner has time that he can put to good use. I’d put prison second to college as the best place for a man to go if he needs to do some thinking. If he’s motivated, in prison he can change his life.

It has hindered where it might have helped; it has been evasive when it was morally bound to be forthright; it has separated believers on the basis of color, although it has declared its mission to be a universal brotherhood under Jesus Christ. Christian love is the white man's love for himself and for his race.

When the meat platter was passed to me, I didn't even know what the meat was; usually, you couldn't tell, anyway-but it was suddenly as though _don't eat any more pork_ flashed on a screen before me. I hesitated, with the platter in mid-air; then I passed it along to the inmate waiting next to me. He began serving himself; abruptly, he stopped. I remember him turning, looking surprised at me. I said to him, "I don't eat pork." The platter then kept on down the table. It was the funniest thing, the reaction, and the way that it spread. In prison, where so little breaks the monotonous routine, the smallest thing causes a commotion of talk. It was being mentioned all over the cell block by night that Satan didn't eat pork.

I believed he had no human weaknesses or faults, and that, therefore, he could make no mistakes and that he could do no wrong. There on a Holy World hilltop, I realized how very dangerous it is for people to hold any human being in such esteem, especially to consider anyone some sort of "divinely guided" and "protected" person.

On May 19, Malcolm X’s birthday, two police had been machine-gunned on Riverside Drive. I felt sorry for their families, sorry for their children, but i was relieved to see that somebody else besides Black folks and Puerto Ricans and Chicanos was being shot at. I was sick and tired of us being the only victims, and i didn’t care who knew it. As far as i was concerned, the police in the Black communities were nothing but a foreign, occupying army, beating, torturing, and murdering people at whim and without restraint. I despise violence, but i despise it even more when it’s one-sided and used to oppress and repress poor people.

وكنت اشرح الاسباب التى تجعل البكاء على الميت مكروها عندنا ولماذا لايوجد فى جنائزنا لا ازهار ولاغناء على الارغن فأقول ان كل ذلك يجب ان يقدم للميت عندما كان حيا وقادرا على رؤيتة اما وقد رحل فان الاحياء من افراد اسرتة اولى به على من يريد أنيعطى شيئا أن يعطية لهم

If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out that's not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven't even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound.

اننى لم اكن اضيع ساعة واحدة على هذا الكتاب الذى يتنبأ بانتشار كبير فى هذة الايام التى احتاج فيها الى كل دقيقة من وقتى , لو لم اكن مقتنعا بأنها الوسيلةة الناجحة لابلاغ ماااريد ابلاغة, اننى فى كنت اسفل سافلين فى قاع المجتمع الامريكى عندما اهتديت الى الله والى الاسلام فتغير مجرى حياتى

I spent most of my time floating on an inflatable raft in the pristine Mediterranean waters, my big belly curving toward the sun, reading (incongruously) The Autobiography of Malcolm X. It rocked me to my core. Malcolm’s story opened a window onto a reality I had ignored. But the greatest revelation the book brought me was the possibility of profound human transformation. I was spellbound by his journey from the doped-up, numbers-running, woman-beating, street-hustling, pimping Malcolm Little to a proud, clean, literate, Muslim Malcolm X who taught that all white people were the Devil incarnate—to his final, spiritual transformation in Mecca. There he met white people from all over the world who received him as a brother, and he realized that “white,” as he had been using the word, didn’t mean skin color as much as it meant attitudes and actions some whites held toward non-whites—but that not all whites were racist. At the time of his murder, he was anything but the hatemonger portrayed in the American press. Somehow, through the horrors that had been his life, he had become a spiritual leader. How had this been possible?

No man in our time aroused fear and hatred in the white man as did Malcolm, because in him the white man sensed an implacable foe who could not be had for any price—a man unreservedly committed to the cause of liberating the black man in American society rather than integrating the black man into that society.

Laura never again came to the drugstore as long as I continued to work there. The next time I saw her, she was a wreck of a woman, notorious around black Roxbury, in and out of jail. She had finished high school, but by then she was already going the wrong way. Defying her grandmother, she had started going out late and drinking liquor. This led to dope, and that to selling herself to men. Learning to hate the men who bought her, she also became a Lesbian. One of the shames I have carried for years is that I blame myself for all of this. To have treated her as I did for a white woman made the blow doubly heavy. The only excuse I can offer is that like so many of my black brothers today, I was just deaf, dumb, and blind.

Then, holding my gun in his hand, he signaled. And out from where they had been concealed walked two other detectives. They'd had me covered. One false move, I'd have been dead. I was going to have a long time in prison to think about that. If I hadn't been arrested right when I was, I could have been dead another way. Sophia's husband's friend had told her husband about me. And the husband had arrived that morning, and had gone to the apartment with a gun, looking for me. He was at the apartment just about when they took me to the precinct. The detectives grilled me. They didn't beat me. They didn't even put a finger on me. And I knew it was because I hadn't tried to kill the detective. They got my address from some papers they found on me. The girls soon were picked up. Shorty was pulled right off the bandstand that night. The girls also had implicated Rudy. To this day, I have always marveled at how Rudy, somehow, got the word, and I know he must have caught the first thing smoking out of Boston, and he got away. They never got him. I have thought a thousand times, I guess, about how I so narrowly escaped death twice that day. That's why I believe that everything is written.

The greatest single reason for [the] Christian church’s failure . . . is its failure to combat racism. . . . I believe that God now is giving the world’s so-called “Christian” white society its last opportunity to repent and atone for the crimes of exploiting and enslaving the world’s non-white peoples. It is exactly as when God gave Pharaoh a chance to repent. But Pharaoh persisted in his refusal to give justice to those whom he oppressed. And, we know, God finally destroyed Pharaoh. Is white America really sorry for her crimes against the black people? Does white America have the capacity to repent—and to atone? Does the capacity to repent, to atone, exist in a majority, in one-half, in even one-third of American white society? Most black [people] . . . would like to be able to forgive, to forget, the crimes. But most American white people seem not to have it in them to make any serious atonement—to do justice to [black people]. Indeed, how can white society atone for enslaving, for raping, for unmanning, for otherwise brutalizing millions of human beings, for centuries? What atonement would the God of Justice demand for the robbery of the black people’s labor, their lives, their true identities, their culture, their history—and even their human dignity? A desegregated cup of coffee, a theater, public toilets—the whole range of hypocritical 'integration'—these are not atonement.