Malcolm X (R.A.) Saved My Life And 52 Years After His Martyrdom, He Remains The Foundation For All Revolutionary Muslim Activists

by Jonathan Azaziah

Humanity died on this day 52 years ago, when Hajj Malik el-Shabazz (R.A.), better known to the world as Malcolm X, was gunned down in the Audubon Ballroom of Washington Heights. We are told by the Zionist-dominated mainstream media that the Nation of Islam killed him but we know better. Traitors within the NOI were indeed the triggermen but they weren’t the orchestrators. That distinction goes to the COINTELPRO tandem of the FBI and the Anti-Defamation League Of B’nai B’rith (ADL), which were both conducting heavy surveillance on Malcolm up until the day of his martyrdom and which both wanted the elimination of this giant at all costs because of his stances on Anti-Zionism, Anti-Imperialism and Black Independence.

I can write pages and pages about Hajj Malik’s revolutionary solidarity activism that has inspired hundreds of millions of youth across the globe, especially Black, Brown and Muslim youth. I can write about his courageous stances on Palestine and Vietnam, Congo and Cuba, Egypt and beyond. I can write just about infinitely of how his defiance of White (and Jewish) supremacy here in the United Snakes of IsraHELL catapulted freedom for millions of Persons of Color but he never got the recognition he deserved because the Jewish-controlled, Jewish-subverted “Civil Rights Movement” felt he was too “radical”. I can write about all of this and more, so much more, but that’s already been done by many other people with far more credentials and ability than I. Instead… I’d just like to say the following: Malcolm X saved my life. And without him, I wouldn’t be here today.

When I was 15, my mentor Randall Muhammad (R.A.), who ran with both the Black Panthers and the Nation of Islam in their heydays and was responsible for bringing more kids than I can count off the streets in both Iraqlyn (Brooklyn) and Shaolin (Staten Island), gave me a copy of “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”. At the time, I spent my days writing and rhyming, essentially, about nothing–“rapping to rap” and “battling to battle” as the sayings go. But then I read that book–that treasure chest–and I haven’t been the same since. That rawness, that realism, that truth, that purity, that honesty, that revolutionary power, that defiance, that fearlessness, that WILL to overcome in the face of monsters and demons, devils and savages, AmeriKKKAn racism and hegemony… Transformed my mind, my soul and my entire essence. And from that moment on, I swore that I wouldn’t write a single bar of music nor a single line of poetry if it wasn’t going to uplift our people, i.e. the Moustazafeen (oppressed ones), in one form or another. If Randall never gave me that book, I don’t know where I would’ve ended up… In a gutter somewhere or the bing most likely. So allow me to say it again: Malcolm X saved my life. And without him, I wouldn’t be here today.

Malcolm X taught me to rock with justice no matter what it may entail and no matter who it may offend. That especially means the liberal, discourse-policing wing of the Jewish Power Configuration, which Hajj Malik mercilessly ripped apart in his book… Page 289 always particularly sticks out vividly in my thoughts. Malcolm had zero issue calling out liberal Jews for their machinations and hypocrisy, slumlord Jews and their oppression in ghettos nationwide and Zionist Jews for their theft of Palestine. Why is it that among the Arab/Muslim/Black Diaspora and activist community today, people deliberately omit this vital aspect of Malcolm’s ideology and worldview? Have they lost their fear of God and supplanted it with the fear of being called “anti-Semitic”? Damn sure looks like it but to be unequivocally clear: That is not a reflection of Malcolm X. On the contrary, it is actually a perversion of his legacy. Malcolm taught us the deepest meaning of truth; he exposed all those engaged in oppression, whether it was House Negros or White Supremacists, “Christian” hypocrites or fake Muslims or globe-holding Yahoudlings. In short, Hajj Malik el-Shabazz taught us how to resist. And speaking personally, he taught me dignity and confidence and dauntlessness before I had the faintest idea of what any of those things meant–literally or spiritually.

Since reading “The Autobiography of Malcolm X” 14 years ago, I’ve made it a point to read it again at least once a year to refresh my memory of Malcolm and rejuvenate my own being with his Mouqawamist energy and fire. I pray I speak for anyone who has ever had the pleasure and honor of being blessed with Malcolm’s writings and speeches when I say that he gave us PURPOSE. None of us would be doing what we’re doing at this current moment if he did not take the righteous positions he did five decades ago. I pray I also speak for EVERYONE when I say: Thank you Malcolm. We love you. We miss you. And we honor you everyday by adhering to your exceptional example and refusing to let liberals hijack your militancy. The Holy Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.W.) famously said, “The best Jihad is to speak a word of truth to an unjust ruler.” Nobody in the West, and I do mean NOBODY, personifies that quite like Malcolm X. And on the global stage, there are only a handful of revolutionary and saintly personalities who eclipse him. Rest in power Hajj Malik el-Shabazz… Rest in power forever.

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