Malcolm X

In the name of Allah, the merciful.

All praises due to Allah, Lord of all worlds.

The one God to whom praise is due forever.

The one who came to us in the person of Fard Muhammad...

and raised up the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Amen.

Amen.

[MAN & CONGREGATION SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

How do you feel? Fine, sir!

Who do we want to hear? Malcolm X!

Are we gonna bring him on?

Yes, we gonna bring him on.

Let us hear from our minister, Mr. Malcolm X!

Let us bring him on with a round of applause.

Brothers and sisters.

I'm here to tell you that I charge the white man.

I charge the white man with being the greatest murderer on earth.

I charge the white man with being the greatest kidnapper on earth.

There's no place in this world that that man can go...

and say he created peace and harmony. Everywhere he's gone...

he's created havoc.

Everywhere he's gone, he's created destruction.

So I charge him with being the greatest kidnapper on this earth!

I charge him with being the greatest murderer on this earth!

I charge him with being the greatest robber and enslaver on this earth!

I charge the white man...

with being the greatest swine-eater on this earth!

The greatest drunkard on this earth!

He can't deny the charges.

You can't deny the charges! We're the living proof of those charges!

You and I are the proof.

You're not an American. You are the victim of America!

You didn't have a choice coming here. He didn't say:

"Black man, black woman, come over and help me build America."

He said, "Nigger, get in the boat.

I'm taking you over there to help me build America."

Being born here does not make you an American.

I am not an American, you are not American.

You're one of the 22 million black people...

who are victims of America. You and I, we've never seen democracy.

There's no democracy in the fields of Georgia. No democracy down there.

We didn't see any democracy in Harlem, Brooklyn, Detroit, Chicago.

Ain't no democracy there. We've never seen democracy.

All we've seen is hypocrisy.

We don't see any American dream.

We've experienced only the American nightmare.

We want Malcolm X! We want Malcolm X!

See that spot? Get it. The spot!

All right, that's it.

- Thanks. - Come on.

Hey, Cholly!

Where'd you get that number you hit on? Was it your girl's address?

No, my grandma gave me that number in my dreams. Straight!

3-8-4.

You said Sassy Frassy gave you...

That woman quit me.

After I hit the number, that woman was no good to me at all.

- What happened? - She said I was cheap...

because I wouldn't cop her a diamond ring.

- And on top of that, had the indignation... - Whoo.

To call me, of all people, Good-time Cholly...

- ...a cheap, black son of a bitch. - Sassy Frassy?

Where's homeboy?

- Hey, Little. Yeah?

Your man out here waiting on you.

There he is. Hey.

Fixing to get that first conk laid on, eh, homeboy?

Be hot like hell. Ha-ha-ha.

Don't be scared, son.

You ain't got nothing to worry about.

You in the hands of an expert.

My hair was just like yours. Look what he did for me.

Ha-ha-ha! Heckle and Jeckle...

don't scare the man no more than he's scared already.

- Get his forehead and eyebrows. - Who's doing this?

- You all heard that! - You all heard that. Ha-ha-ha.

Pull my coat if it stings. This shit can burn a hole through cement.

Hold tight.

I thought you said this would sting, Shorty.

Ha, ha. This ain't nothing.

- Feel good, don't it? - Real good?

- Yeah, it's all right. - You'll feel better in a minute.

It is heating up a bit.

- It's starting to heat up. It's all right.

Feeling better, ain't it? Ha, ha.

Just hold on. - I'm holding, but it's heating.

- Gotta make it straight. - All right.

That's what he told me too.

I gotta get this out now. It's starting...

Uh-oh. Uh-oh!

- Hold on. - I'm holding, I'm holding.

- Hold on. - I'm holding on, man!

Give me a hand! Help me out! Hold him!

- Shorty! - We're going to the sink!

I got to get up! I got to get up!

- Cool it! - Put water on it!

More water!

You're getting it in my eye!

How's it feel? - Like there's no skin on my head!

If you can talk, it's out.

- How does it look? Can't tell yet.

It's straight, right? I ain't doing this again.

Let me dry it.

I can tell it's laying down.

- Don't take it off yet. - All right.

That's the thing to do. Come on in here and get through.

A money-maker and a heart-breaker every step of the way.

You gonna flip. That's right, watch your lip.

Whoo-ooh.

Looks white, don't it?

All right!

Well, all root!

All reet!

Swing.

Hit the brim with the left.

Hey, girls.

Sweet thing, ha, ha.

When my mother was pregnant with me...

a party of Klansmen surrounded our house in Omaha, Nebraska.

They brandished guns and shouted for my father to come out.

We know you're in there, come out!

My pregnant mother went to the door...

and said that my father was in Milwaukee, preaching.

He's in Milwaukee.

These hooded men said that good white Christians...

would not stand for his troublemaking and to get out of town.

It's all right.

They broke every window with their rifle butts...

before riding off into the night.

They rode off into the moonlight on their horses as suddenly as they had come.

My father was not a frightened Negro, as most were and many still are today.

He was 6'4", a very strong man.

He believed, as did Marcus Garvey...

that freedom, independence and self-respect...

couldn't be achieved by Negroes in America.

The object of building up for themselves a great nation in Africa.

Therefore...

black men should leave America and return to their land of origin.

To his original home, Africa.

My father dedicated his life to his beliefs...

because four of his six brothers died violently.

Three killed by white men, and one lynched.

There were nine children in our family.

My mother was a proud woman, an educated woman, a strong woman.

She was fair-skinned because her mother was raped by a white man.

One reason she married my father was because he was so black.

She hated her complexion, the white blood in her body...

and she wanted her children to have some color.

In fact, I think this had a profound effect on me back then and on most Negroes today.

Shh.

Because so many of our sisters...

have been raped or violated by the white man...

black men can't wait to get their hands on the white man's prize:

A white woman.

Africa for the Africans!

- Say "Roseland." - Roseland.

Showtime!

Hi, Shorty!

You're too big!

- I'm gonna come get you. - Oh, no.

Whoo! Come on, Shorty, I've gotta dance!

Oh! Yeah.

Hey!

You in charge, boy!

You like what you see, baby?

- No! Get back here! - Go ahead, boy!

- Red, save me! Save me! - Gotcha! Whoo! Yeah.

Come on, Shorty. I wanna dance again!

Shorty, Shorty! Shorty.

All right, Red. Shorty, Shorty!

Whoo! Whoo!

- Laura sure can go, can't she? - Uh-huh.

- I gotta go freshen up. - All right.

- You come on back now. - All right, Malcolm.

Mm-mm-mm. That chick is fine as May wine.

Except she lives up on a hill and got a grandmother too.

She a church girl. I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Wanna dance?

Yeah.

So, what do they call you?

- Uh, Red. - Red?

- I'm Sophia. - How you doing, Sophia?

Very well, thank you.

I have an idea, Red.

Why don't you take that little girl home and come on back?

- Wha...? - Heh.

Just walk, baby, don't run.

It'll be here when you get back.

Well, I better not come in.

- I'm not stupid. - What?

It's late, baby.

I know where you're going. I am not a total square.

- I know what's happening... - I gotta go home. It's late.

I gotta get up early in the morning. I gotta work tomorrow.

I'll call you tomorrow?