Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I Met Dr. King and Malcolm X at the Seattle World’s Fair

I Met the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Brother Malcolm X Shabazz at the Seattle Center During the World's Fair in 1961

By Karen Cole
Word Count: 1,600


The following events seem dreamlike to me, but I remember them all quite well, as young as I was at the time. I’m now 47 years old, and was a little over one year of age when my Mom told me that the famous Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Malcolm X were going to be at the Seattle Center during the beginning of the World’s Fair in 1961.

As a one year old child, I was an avid television watcher. I had picked up a little about the civil rights war and how ugly racism could be. I knew two different kinds of people were involved, and roughly what they looked like, but as to the rest, I didn’t like it. It scared me, and it seemed like people were attacking each other for no good reason. I kind of “lied” to myself, thinking it was all something unimportant.

I remember seeing a story about two famous guest speakers at the Seattle World’s Fair in 1961 in a local newspaper. I could pick out the names of Dr. King and Malcolm X, but that was all, as I was too young to really be able to read. I wanted to deny that anything was wrong, and think the two black gentlemen were television performers, famous people whom I could safely watch from a distance. I didn’t like grownup things very much.

I asked Mom and Dad if we could go, as my Mom seemed interested in going to the big event. They said yes, and the next thing I knew, we were there. We had been visiting my grandparents in Washington State, and it was an easy drive to the Bremerton Ferry dock. Then we crossed Puget Sound on the ferry, which was so new to me, one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I had never seen such a large boat before.

It was my first time ever out at sea, and I was entranced by the black, grey and blue water flowing under and by the ship, the people crowding on the ferry, and the gigantic multi deck ship itself. It had space for about three houses in it, and a place you could eat lunch, which we did. I made my parents take me all over the ferry boat, and tried to cross the areas that were roped off, toddling around on my new sea legs with wonder. When it came time to hit port, the sound of the ferry foghorn blasted my eardrums so loudly I cried, but I was happy, and I soon calmed down. Then we were going down the stairs to our car, swiftly arriving at the Seattle Center. The first thing I wanted was to go up the Space Needle.

“No,” my Mommy said, “Daddy is afraid of heights. We can’t go up there.” I was so disappointed, and was disgruntled when my parents took me to see a man standing off within a crowd, buried somewhat, but shaking hands with people as they passed by him. “That’s Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.” So what, I thought dismally to myself, but as we approached, the crowd parted in front of me like the Red Sea, allowing me in straight towards the man.

I stood about two feet away from him. Being one year old, I was looking straight at two deep grey pants legs, which were thicker than tree trunks, and a pair of huge, black, shiny shoes. I slowly brought my gaze upwards, and there was a massive belly which protruded; hovering over it was a vaguely familiar dark face. It reminded me of Frosty the Snowman, or perhaps Santa Claus, as the face was very broad, having giant lips and a large, broad nose. But the darkness of the face was unfamiliar to me, as I was a white child with white parents. I had never really seen a black person up close like that before. And the face was bending down towards me.

“Well hello, little girl. What’s your name?” The face was looming closer and closer as the great man bent down to greet me. “How are you today?”

I was thinking to myself, it’s important that I not dislike this man. There’s something about him, and it would be wicked to not like him. Nonetheless, being the usual shy and easy to spook one year old child that I was, I recoiled, fearing the looming visage dropping towards me, and the hand that was reaching down to shake my small hand. I decided to rebel.

“No! You’re…not my Daddy! I don’t like you! Go away! Uh, goodbye,” I finished, as a way of being polite, not really wanting to offend the strange man, but feeling stressed out and upset at how odd things were. So I took off, running to the left. I saw both my parents quite a distance away, as they had apparently left me with Dr. King to go for a stroll, and I distinctly remember having to run after them. About halfway there, I looked back. Dr. King still had his head partly lowered, as I had run away so fast. But he was smiling as he watched me run. I guess he figured I was just spooked.

I caught up with my parents. Feeling sort of ashamed of myself, I asked them if we were going to see the other man speak. “Yes,” my mother said. So we went to yet another crowd, which was jam packed, and I could not see anything. I asked my Daddy to let me climb up on his shoulders, and he did. I perched with my legs wrapped around his neck and held him gently by the head, but still could not see over the large and noisy crowd.

After a long time, Malcolm X finally arrived. He spoke, joking around, and I recall him saying something about people thinking he wanted to “kill white people” and no, he didn’t. I don’t remember most of what he said, but for some reason, probably his famous personal charisma, I recall growing to feel sad for him, and some sympathy for his cause developed deep within me. I didn’t know who he was, but he seemed all right, and not scary.

I had been spooked by a black man who was friendly and courteous to white people, and ended up liking a black man who had been militantly against them, wanting a separate nation for blacks. Such are the nuances of small children, who only think they know what’s going on.

I asked Daddy to let me down from his shoulders, still unable to see Malcolm X, but having heard him speak for awhile. I didn’t have the courage to stand up on my Daddy’s shoulders, but I also didn’t want to pull on his short, crew cut hair and hurt him. I climbed down, and as we were leaving, we passed by the Space Needle.

“Please, Daddy, take us up there,” I begged and pleaded fervently. Daddy looked at me, and a broad and vaguely dark grin wrinkled across his bemused features. He had surely heard what I’d said to Dr. King: “No, you’re not my Daddy!” as if my father was my lord and protector.

“Okay, honey, come on. We’re going up the Needle. Come this way.” We went over to the golden elevator, and for the very first time, I went up the Space Needle. The view was fantastic, and we had a lady explaining about how high up we were and everything. I understood most of what she said, but didn’t know how to gauge the distance as we travelled skyward.

We went out on the deck, and I peered through a telescope which cost a dime, looking out all over the Queen Anne area of Seattle. It was so wonderful; I wanted to look at it forever. Then we went and had lunch at the rotating restaurant, which was even better. But finally, we had to take the elevator down and go home. Just before we left, we visited the tourist shop, and I bought a yellow plastic model of the Space Needle, about six inches high I believe, and I also squished a penny in a machine for a quarter. I had to really beg hard to get that souvenir for myself.

We drove to the ferry docks, taking the big boat once again. Twice on the way, I had to put my hands over my ears to block out the terrible noise of the blasting fog horns. That was the worst part of the entire trip. But my father, who ordinarily could be a harsh man, had been so nice, getting over his morbid fear of heights to take us up the Needle for lunch. I was so grateful, and we went back to Bremerton and visited some more with our family, most of which has since died. It was so long ago.

I remember a subsequent trip to the Seattle Center where my sister Connie and I went up the Bubbleator, which is no longer there - but back in the 1960s it seemed like the height of science and sheer fun. I swore then and there that I would live in Seattle someday and study science.

I did come to live in Seattle, but studied writing instead. Now I’m a pro freelance writer, ghost writer, copy editor, proof reader and manuscript rewriter. I create ghost writer books for people. But I’ll always remember our trips to Washington State when I was little, growing and learning, and the day I spitefully refused to shake the willing dark hand of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (I was inches away from his holding my tiny fingers!) but was converted against my “racism” (really shyness and being a tired little girl) by the wit and wisdom of Brother Malcolm X Shabazz.


THE END


Executive Director and President of Rainbow Writing, Inc., Karen Cole Peralta writes. RWI at www.rainbowriting.com is a world renowned inexpensive professional freelance book authors, ghost writers, copy editors, proof readers, coauthors, manuscript rewriters, graphics and CAD, publishing helpers, and website developers international service corporation.

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Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Incredible Transition of the Movement

The Incredible Transition of the Movement
Subtitled: Transition of the Civil Rights Movement to the Independent Living Movement

By Karen Cole
Word Count: 2,600

A long time ago in the fabled southlands of America, the authorities told black people they had to use the “colored” restrooms - not the “white” people ones. It was thought at the time that “mixing the races” would lead to rape, diseases or other unfortunate circumstances. One public restroom each in a building’s common area was supplied for colored men, colored women, white men and white women; pretty idiotic, don’t you think?

School children today may wonder: why did the White South make there be the four different restrooms, one for each combination of people? Well, it did make four “water closets” available, two apiece for each sex, which admittedly allowed for somewhat easier restroom availability. But it also undermined the dignity of the American Deep South, which was thus stuck moving from the lack of fair human rights to the promotion of greater civil rights, and eventually to manifesting independent living rights. After all, the involved country was America, and being a democracy, it couldn’t long maintain such hostile acts of racial segregation – or discrimination against the physically disabled, challenged, or handicapped.

You could say that America from the 1940s through the 1980s were a time of incredible transition when it came to the full legal rights of American citizens, which included a change of focus from the racially oriented Civil Rights Movement to the ability oriented Independent Living Movement. As differing ethnic minorities received their full legal and human rights, the focus began to change when it came to what was considered to be politically expedient for different types of people.

For one thing, in the 1960s, changing racially segregated public restrooms back to the usual men’s and women’s ones was considered to be politically important, and this led to the changes in restroom stalls in the 1980s that encompassed wheelchair accessibility. This sort of thing, along with the Deep South’s municipal bus boycotts, such as the Montgomery, Alabama bus boycott led by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was to enable “colored” people to get away from unnecessary referencing to skin color, and it also led to the placing of proper wheelchair lifts onto buses for the sake of the physically disabled, to enable them to finally ride the city buses. Nowadays, you can ride in your electric wheelchair in a special slot on the bus, or transfer out of your manual wheelchair and into a seat.

Uniting the public restrooms enabled people to continue their normal way of life, unhampered by racism or any presumed “need” for such segregated facilities. Plus, there was the further needed transition of the municipal city buses, where black people had been forced to sit in the far backs of the buses. As with the public restrooms, there was no need for such isolation, which at the time was being corrected by the acting Civil Rights Movement, headed by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., so that people could use most public facilities without suffering from further racial segregation. And as stated, this led to the further revamping of public facilities to make them wheelchair and disabled accessible, including full accessibility for the blind, the deaf, the elderly, the mentally challenged, and other such needed transitions.

Earlier work by the Civil Rights Movement had clearly led to these other needed transitions being made, several years later. Causing the first series of changes had obviously led to the next series of changes. The Movement had tackled universal public transportation and public access to facilities, which were also in a state of becoming more available in general as public transportation and facilities increased in number and diversity markedly over time, broadening the scope of the American service horizon.

It was thus seen that public transportation via racial segregation wasn’t required in America, and neither were racially segregated public restrooms. However, years later in the 1980s, it turned out that the people who actually needed any such “specialty” restrooms were the physically disabled. They needed special, more copious interior stalls with grab bars within them, not unduly physically segregated restrooms. The needed incredible transition was from civil rights for different racial groups to independent living rights for the disabled and the physically challenged.

It wasn’t altogether that “incredible” - when you think about it. The needed transition was for some of the restroom stalls to become wider - affording more ease and room for less ungainly wheelchair transfers. The disabled needed more room, sturdy grab bars to help them transfer, and large signs outside on the doors with the blue and white wheelchair access logos - and also Braille worded signs, such as those in front of elevators and outside rooms - for the sake of blind people as well.

And there only needed to be one “handicapped” larger stall available per restroom, not ability segregated restrooms. Although this had been proposed, it was not brought into practice - as the racial segregation that had occurred years before caused reconsideration of such segregation per ability, as well as it simply not being needed for public use of these facilities. The degree of influence of one movement upon the other is arguable, but the similarities between the two movements were more than coincidental, as both clearly involved basic legal and civil human rights.

It had actually been the paramount issues of universal wheelchair access and the universal integration of disabled access into buildings, public accommodations and housing which constituted the needed “incredible transition” from one movement to the other, as there had never been any verifiable need for racial segregation of public facilities and transportation. Instead, wheelchair and disabled access came to the forefront as issues that have become important worldwide since the 1980s, as verifiable human needs that required redress, not only as social issues that involved bigotry and discrimination, but physical access to property as well.
As a nurse aide for the disabled, I used to help people transfer from their wheelchairs to the toilets and back in public restrooms. It was part of my job. Due to moderate learning disabilities, my other everyday work skills tend to be poor. I can’t really handle waitressing, for example. But I’ve done great at writing and editing professionally for a career, and helping people in wheelchairs get through daily obstacles has been easy for me.

Wheelchair riding “shut ins” used to mostly stay home. They had nowhere they could go having wide enough doorways, smooth ramps into buildings or across roadways, prominent signs of universal wheelchair use, or major areas flat enough for wheelchair access. Even elevators took awhile to be added to most public buildings. For example, it took several decades for America’s universities to become wheelchair accessible, not to mention other buildings such as hotels, hospitals, restaurants, etc.

Added over many years, interior elevators within buildings greatly helped. Nowadays, you also see flat, wide wheelchair ramps everywhere. This makes life easier for all kinds of people, including those using crutches, canes, walkers, baby strollers and bicycles. It’s really quite wonderful.

Exterior concrete stairways were once a large part of what kept people out of many buildings, rendering them unable to go in. The 1970s were not a “Stairway to Heaven” for most people with physical disabilities, and exterior stairways into buildings were a major hassle. But we’re learning, and now we have long exterior tiered concrete ramps laid out in a “switchback” manner, enabling disabled entry to most public buildings. Nowadays you can go to college and attend all your classes, thanks to disabled access such as ramps, elevators and note takers for the blind.

Meanwhile, “colored” and “white” colleges have also been opening their doors to each other, as the USA and the free world begins a phase of politics which we’re still entering, one where you might get to go exactly where you please, and do whatever you want to do - within reason. But the days of yore, where you couldn’t always do so, were intriguing in their own way, although I’m glad those days are almost entirely gone.

Weirdly enough, there were a few good events, fantastical as it may seem, that happened under the loosening ties of racial segregation. For example, there were great “colored” ball teams, and also some well run and hospitably owned “colored” managed hotels and motels. They hired black workers, which occasionally involved better work situations than similar white run positions. This was unfortunate, as black people weren’t allowed to stay in or work at the white people hotels and motels.

Having to contemplate the meanings of the word “colored” and “black” was also involved as a social issue for certain famous such people, who promoted civil rights as their primary political cause. Colorful and lively is what they were often forced to become, in order to help their kind of people become more welcome in American society as they sojourned the road away from black and white racial segregation. The arts, music and theater gained from the addition of remarkable talent from these hallmarks of American and world society, who felt they had to prove themselves in a world which was capable of killing, hampering or incarcerating people solely due to their skin color not being “white.”

Racial segregation was definitely the road to extreme enforced injustice as the only alternative for not granting people their full civil, legal and human rights, so these culturally important people, Americans - such as Malcolm X and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., among many others - wanted to make sure their attainments were not in vain, and that they taught people racial equality was real and not merely a “dream.” They wanted to make this “incredible transition” happen, which came to pass also through the disability rights movement and wheelchair accessibility, and to change the basically “white” people image of overall American society.

Internment, concentration - and finally death - camps are the strongest and most likely images I come up with when I reflect on how things would have ended up under continuing American racial segregation in the Deep South. Curfews, separate areas of town to live in, and enforced places to go at restaurants, restrooms and theaters imply the kind of incarceration that leads to actual internment, concentration and even death camps, such as the huge ones instituted by the Nazis, the Chinese and the Russians.

What ridiculous, gigantic monstrosities have gone worldwide since the “shackles” of such depravity were rooted in the originally enforced life on our Native American “Indian” reservations? Adolph Hitler blamed the Nazi concentration camps on those isolate places, although supposedly they were also styled after Joseph Stalin’s similar Russian camps in the Ukraine and Siberia. Horrifyingly, there seems now to be a major internment camp, possibly for the mentally disabled, being built - or which is now completed - in America’s own State of Alaska, and there are similar internment camps in outlying areas of the United States as well. The Hurricane Katrina victims have been placed into similar camps, which brings up newer issues of racial segregation again - as many of that awful hurricane’s victims were once black or colored residents of New Orleans, Louisiana – the USA.

Overt racial cleansing has swelled out from our country and others in many a secretively torturous way. And it has not been so long since black people here in America were forced to sit in the back of city buses. Recently, a white school bus driver tried to illegally force black children to once again sit in the backs of school buses. Fortunately, he was caught and stopped before this tactic became widespread. But many decades ago, it took the Civil Rights Movement to get black people out of the backs of those buses, where they were being forced to sit against their will, giving up their chosen seats to white people.

Nobody likes to sit in the back of the bus forever. It was one of the better strategic moves in American history to end that. Some folks want to “keep on trucking” and serve humanity in similar ways, working jobs that involve helping others. But many of these great careers require major university degrees, which as you know can be difficult to pay for nowadays. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to get such a job with only a high school diploma?

Say, would you like a job that involves no prior experience? It doesn’t pay too well, maybe enough to get by. It’s called being a “personal care attendant” for the disabled, and I’ve been one for black, brown and white people. You don’t have to be a trained nurse, and open positions are listed under Home Health Care in the newspapers. If you take this job, which often only involves part time work, you may also experience the salutary effect of enjoying working for the civil rights of people with disabilities. You may also get free meals and a roof over your head by working this job. But without the proper implementation of universal wheelchair access, you won’t be able to get out much and enjoy life to the fullest.

Therefore, I want to help get the word out with this article about municipal buses and other such needed vehicles being outfitted with reasonably made wheelchair lifts. This involves various programs and accessibility issues – happening all over the modern world. Those white, black and brown people (upholding their full legal and civil rights - regardless of skin color or other personal characteristics) in manual and electric wheelchairs, and other such vehicles of personal conveyance such as scooters and gurneys, need to be able to get on buses and other public transportation, like trains, boats and ships, and airplanes, not to mention their also needing to be able to freely access wheelchair access compliant parking spaces, hotel rooms, apartments, houses, other buildings, restrooms, etc.

Basically, total wheelchair access is the modern goal of the Movement nowadays, now that the transition has been made from civil rights to disability rights. Rather than ending civil rights, it simply expands them. Hopefully, someday wheelchair access will be made part of the standard legal building codes of houses everywhere on the face of the planet. And nearly everywhere you park now, you see the sign for wheelchair access in many parking spaces, plus wheelchair ramps available on nearly every street corner and around the front access of all public buildings.

Sooner or later, if we live long enough we will all be physically disabled, no matter our skin color or other characteristics, due to old age and its subsequent debilitations. Thus we will all need the incredible transition from the Civil Rights Movement to the Independent Living Movement, with both movements covering as much as possible of the full scope of our American and worldwide legal, civil and human rights - no matter whom we might ever actually be, or finally ever eventually become.

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The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

By Karen Cole
Word Count: 3,500


The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., (January 15, 1929 - April 4, 1968) was a man given a googolplex of titles from a wide variety of sources, including many world human rights organizations and grateful American southern universities. But his original name was much shorter.

Dr. King was originally named Michael King on his birth certificate, but his father, who was also named Michael King, had a mission in mind for him. So the elder King changed both their names to Martin Luther King - and the birth documents were appropriately switched around - so his son could be called "Junior." Some people say they were both actually named Michael Luther King, so it wasn’t that much of a “stretch.”

When the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. died, his name was not held in dispute - except by white nationalist supremacists. They still are attempting to discredit him, calling him a liar, saying he was sexually ill, and that he was a communist sympathizer. However, for all intents and purposes, this cool icon of human rights turned out to be hard to track down, albeit the FBI kept close tabs on him throughout his entire adult life.

He was fortuitously surrounded by an entourage of black people most of the time, who carefully maintained his history, and several well written biographies have been published about him. Also, he was often on television, the radio, and in magazines and newspapers, espousing and encouraging the causes of civil and human rights, and world peace.

MLK was a vital figure of the modern era. His lectures and dialogues stirred the concerns and sparked the consciences of the general wide world of religious, political and philosophical ethics. The spontaneous movements and marches he led brought significant changes in the fabric of American life through his vast courage and almost selfless devotion. And his causes did not appeal only to blacks; he also was able to reach out to white people, Jewish people, poor working people, and many others.

The Federal Bureau of Investigations was constantly hot on his trail, trying to tell him to sit down and shut up. This was due to several underprivileged space cadet illegal laws that must have been one long road to nowhere, except for possibly insane asylums or concentration camps. The FBI even tried to drive him into suicide through his own wife, which fortunately they both found rather laughable. This was because both their lives were one long attempt on them, although they secretly enjoyed times of lovely peace and prosperity, managing to have a small family of four children.

Being the acknowledged leader of the Black American Civil Rights Movement, he was duly (or unduly) contacted for forms of sexual and racial harassment. While performing his duties, he was constantly under siege by a strange variety of government agencies, religious groups such as the Ku Klux Klan and powerful churches in general, and many significant others. These were all leftovers from the times of the European Inquisition to some extent, which included the ridiculous and hideous persecutions of many people. The descendants of those dreadful times threatened the lives and safety of Dr. King and his family on a daily basis.

These threats involved such things as kidnapping, extortion, harassing family members by phone and mail, physical and psychological torture, and being assassinated. This sort of daily mistreatment was exposing Dr. King deeply to some weird lifestyle patterns, and otherwise harming the psyche of a rapidly maturing young and well suited gentleman.

However, spirituality issues were stuck being a particular forte of his, so he handled this pretty well, using anger and slightly vitriolic speeches against his enemies. Some may argue that indeed others had to suffer, but unfortunately, he was perfectly willing to do so with them as long as the world, insane and racist as it was as the time, turned upside down. In one famous speech, he referred to the valleys becoming mountains, the hills opening out, and the level plains become splendid. He was able to sound pompous and arrogant in one moment, and like the nicest and most profoundly majestic being you've ever heard from in the next.

Most of his speeches had a "preachy" attitude, which eminently suited his Baptist upbringing and standing in the church, and his oratory has been called beautiful, wonderful and completely incomparable to anyone else's. However, microphones and the technology of the times were used to magnify his already boisterously loud voice to almost godlike proportions.

He also headed many political actions in addition to giving speeches concerning human rights, including the Montgomery Bus Boycott, where people kept from riding city buses to end racist practices, and he led many lengthy marches in the South of civil rights workers. This included the 1963 March on Washington, D.C., where he gave his famous "I Have a Dream" speech at the Presidential Mall. Millions of his enthusiastic supporters were involved, and the event was televised on all channels. These all bore an influence on his expanding ways of prescient thought, which nowadays includes continuing acts of humanity such as the Rainbow Coalition, headed by the Rev. Jesse Jackson.

Therefore, this general direction Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s life took is still making major impacts on people's lives, enabling his influence to extend far into the distant future. The man was a major Negro meteor who "ignited" the life forms of this entire planet with the fires of his earthy Baptist spirit. His charismatic leadership inspired men, women and children, canaries and fictional characters, the very young and the very old, in this nation and around the world. Excerpts of his speeches have been sent into outer space as a representative of some of the best our planet has to offer.

In general, the life of this young man was an improvement upon the spartanly reported upon times of the original Martin Luther, a German who nailed a protest upon the door of a Catholic Church in the middle of the night. Considering the punishments he was subject to, this act was a lot braver than it sounds. Anyone could have turned him in, but he wanted to found the Protestant Church, being of religious bent himself. He spent some time in the lower hierarchy of the Catholic Church, but wasn't satisfied with its practices; thus the posting on the church door.

He then had to go underground and into hiding. The church of the time was able to find him, and he kept some contact with it, trying to talk them out of their torturous ways, which involved burning people alive at the stake and lengthy imprisonments. They eventually caught up with him with two men in a small room, and assassinated him, too. Thus the original Martin Luther was also killed for his beliefs, radically inspiring our modern day hero.

In short, this may appear overall to be the continuing adventures of the same man in some strange and peculiar ways. Let's face it; the original Martin Luther had to endure the self same acts of potential persecution, but not so much on a world stage. It was the same dire threats of torture, and as far as I am aware, far worse ones such as the dungeon, the rack and the iron maiden. People were tough during those days, but he still had to go into hiding to get the new church founded, though the old one finally killed him.

Our present day Martin Luther attended segregated public schools in Georgia, where he excelled. In spite of the odds being against him, being a proven genius, he graduated from high school at fifteen. This put the lie to Negroes not having any brains. Next he received a Bachelor of Arts in 1948 from Morehouse College, a distinguished Negro institution of Atlanta, Georgia, from which both his father and grandfather graduated. Purportedly many of his degrees involved acts of plagiarism - such as having other people write his term papers. It looks like he was capable of writing his own work, but being in a hurry politically, probably out of concerns about being assassinated and not being able to get the job done in time, he had others write for him. He had to be a kind of a "speed demon" in his own way, to get the job done as swiftly as possible.

He also had to derive his political base and tactics in a hurry. The coalition that MLK built and based his career upon seems to have been derived from the list of the group of people that the Ku Klux Klan was persecuting, fighting with, or otherwise trying to keep under control in America. The KKK used extremely perverse methods on diverse groups of people to try to keep our country in a "peaceful" state - that is, peace defined by their meaning of the word, which generally meant doing nothing to offend white people.

This is not a case exactly, however, of good guys versus bad guys. It's more a sad matter of war, where diverse groups and cultures of people had conflicts and were at sore odds with each other. For example, the KKK had been involved in the Indian Wars with Native America, where they fought for white people's controlling land interests. In the case of racism against blacks, they wanted the reinstitution of slavery, which was very unlikely. For the sake of plantation ownership, they wanted to enforce racism. Dr. King didn't mind performing hard work, but he was prepared to die to end such depraved working conditions as plantation slavery - forever.

His Baptist Church career was probably the greatest influence upon his life, besides racism and working for civil rights. His grandfather began the family's long tenure as pastors of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, serving from 1914 to 1931; his father served from then until the present, and for eight years, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. acted as co-pastor.

After three years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania, where he was elected president of a predominantly white senior class, he was awarded the B.D. in 1951. With a fellowship won at Crozer, he enrolled in graduate studies at Boston University, completing his residence for the doctorate in 1953 and receiving the degree in 1955.

In Boston, while they were both attending school, he met and married a gorgeous, sophisticated, well bred and charmingly auburn haired woman, Coretta Scott, a colored lady of uncommon intellectual and artistic attainments who mostly studied music and the fine arts. She turned out to be an avid speech giver, too. He was somehow - due to mystery reasons only known to God - "mostly black" next to her, as in the traditional romantic model of a dark man and a light woman, "the field gent and the house lady." Two sons and two daughters were swiftly born into their growing family, and they also now have several grandchildren.

Dr. King is purported to be the original source of the concept of "Somebodiness," which symbolized the celebration of human worth, the conquest of rituals of subjugation and the promotion of people's unique and precious talents and abilities. This all inclusive "attitude problem" of his gave primarily black people in general hope and a sense of dignity, although many other kinds of people have benefited from it.

His philosophy of nonviolence was derived partially from Mahatma K. Gandhi's nonviolent army's struggles with the British Raj, and Henry David Thoreau's theories of nonviolent politics through being jailed. He preached in many of his famous speeches that all human life has worth, and that it's wrong to take anyone's life, no matter their actions. His strategies for rational and non-destructive social change galvanized the conscience of American nation, drastically reordering our modern day priorities.

Items such as organizing unions, reparations for African Americans and affirmative action programs for everybody were formed from Dr. King's many works, and every attempt has been made to implement them. He appealed to the blue collar working people of this country the most, working through the Democratic Party, which wanted to run him for President, and offered him their nomination at one point in time. But during his relatively brief political career, he was considered to be "an illegal person" in multitudinous and nefarious ways. The FBI and the US government made every attempt to prove that what he was doing was illegal, immoral and was undermining the fabric of American society. But he finally won the hearts and minds of the public, and even the authorities had to bow to the wisdom of his ideas, striking down the "Jim Crow" laws which had kept black and white people apart for over four centuries.

His wisdom, his words, his actions, his commitment, and his dreams for a new way of life are deeply intertwined with the American experience, and now are easily accessible across the World Wide Web. Persons of many nations and children who have never heard of his life before can now study him. Also, I have definitely found an association between this gentleman and the ancient Hindu deity Ramah, which has something to do with the sun. Maybe somehow he symbolizes or was one of our original African leaders of human beings. I thought I saw a vision of him once, telling me that I'd known him since before I was born. Who knows? It's hard to imagine a man who plagiarized his term papers being a god, though.

Perhaps more people like you should read about this "plagiarist" who organized as much of humanity as he possibly could to react against social injustice. I guess the major complaint about him wasn't his plagiarism, but the fact he had to perform his major political actions during a time of severe strife in our country, which was known as the Viet Nam War. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a general in an "army" of peace and love, sort of the original hippies, which preached that violence was a thing that "We Shall Overcome." We can all go for that, but due to serious overpopulation and wartime problems, he was forced to invert that army upon Washington DC. This was against our first Catholic President, upon whom the Protestant Dr. King lost no love, although President Kennedy was a liberal and sided with him in a number of cases. There is a report that once when JFK was on TV, Dr. King bent down in front of the screen and said "f--k you!" at the President, quite clearly.

The good and youthful doctor was not above using colorful language, and was known like JFK to be a womanizer. He even frequented ladies of the evening, only seeing black ladies. He supposedly treated them with the greatest of respect, however. Being a virile young man without a lot of time at his disposal, and without religion having a "narrow" impact on his conscience, he clearly wanted to live his life - while also always getting the needed social changes done. Therefore, he had no choice whatsoever but to subjugate the President of the USA to the views of a nation of people who needed jobs, welfare reforms, better medical care and social justice.

It seems to have simply timed out that way, and not been a planned attack during the Viet Nam War times. Some people think he was a Communist sympathizer, however. The theory has been advanced that many of the problems he was addressing had to do with racial segregation definitely leading to an entire population of "colored" people being lead offstage to an unknown place. This could have been concentration camps eventually, or something rather like that in the American South. Obviously, such things as isolated curfews for blacks, segregated restrooms, enforced seating in the backs of buses, lunch counters in separate restaurants, and segregated facilities and areas in cities - plus other such "crimes against humanity" - were opposed by this consummately witty business suited superhero and his crowd of reasonably moral civil rights workers.

Yes, he was the Superman of his own nescient ethical attack, having been born into the same era of time as that ever popular children's character. He was even a speed demon who was forced to constantly break the law, getting arrested and thrown into jail, dashing around from city to city, parading his crowd before the camera - while always on the run. Like Superman and Batman, and other such superheroes, he was seen by the authorities as competition. They freely persecuted him before finally relenting and changing American laws to reflect civil liberties - and stop arresting black people for acts such as trying to marry white people. People like him are responsible for me and my husband being able to get married, as he happens to be brown and I happen to be white. Our beautiful light skinned daughter would have labeled "deficient" and "unnatural" by the authorities, before Dr. King helped stop such idiocy.

To me, he will always be a kind of man in the moon who never got there. His sex life will be forever questioned, every move he ever made was photographed and reported on, and in general he was one of the lifestyle trendsetters of his times. Many people think that when he was finally assassinated by James Earl Ray, probably a KKK hit man, he was almost grateful for the rest. He did say he was not the slightest bit afraid to die, and the night before he was shot, he said he was going home, back to the Promised Land, and that although he was angry, he was not worried.

However, he was an earnest lover of life who wanted to go on to run for President of the United States. This would have been, however, under conditions of the Separation of Church and State which entirely precluded his ever managing to get there. This had to do with the general subjugation of black people in America, and how the laws had only allowed them to become higher level officials by joining churches, thus precluding their being able to run for political offices such as the Presidency. Some people have thought that he could have simply dropped his ministerial titles once he attained the Presidency, and become President Martin or Michael King.

MLK was brilliant, dashing, handsome, and romantic, a charmer even when severely overweight. I remember that he had the cutest little mustache. He definitely died while having those "dark good looks," cutting as fine a figure as his beautiful young wife. When his corpse was photographed, he was still handsome, with a look of surprise written across his features, as if he died wondering why people persecuted others. There is a single crease across his left temple from a bullet, but he was shot in both the neck and spine, almost instantly killing him.

He died one year short of forty, the same age as Malcolm X died. It is a strange coincidence, but Malcolm X, a Moslem Black militant and hero to black separatists and Moslems worldwide, was a few years his senior. They were both fighting to get the rights of black people to be recognized in general, and they were frequently photographed together. Although they had different approaches to civil rights, they shared common interests.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was especially concerned over the welfare of black Americans, so he used his charisma and ability to get as much media attention as possible for all of the people in the Movement. Some think his speeches were a little lowest common denominator, designed mostly to appeal to the masses and not intellectuals, although he probably only sincerely wanted everyone possible, not just black intellectuals alone, to completely understand what he was saying. Also, I believe he was appealing to the interests of school age children, the future of society. He spoke of their "holding hands," which turned out to be an earlier political action of his, where he and several adult protesters had held hands. He was forever looking to the future, and the possibilities of freedom. I suppose we shall need all types of people here on Earth, one way or another, in groups or uniquely, to create a lasting peace.

And now for something completely different, namely poetry:

Benvolio Fascination

I dreamed of a large gentleman who died to
save my life. He laid out a road so long and
too narrow - but it was paved entirely with
the bones of other people. I was gonna be a
firefighter and dive into the lake to lay fish
out such others from fire, but tomorrow as
today - I am far too small to be that way.

I have Benvolio. The guy is everywhere, telling
the villagers by getting between both groups
of weirdoes to stand down, always stand down.
Benvolio is adamantly opposed to your gravity.

He was a minor in Romeo and Juliet - and simply
told them he’d rather with swords be run thru
than see it done to me and you. They named a
freeway after him. But when it comes to sleep,
I feel I can no longer play that sort of game.
I only receded to be scratched and nicked.
Signed, Mercutio. Death was my only shtick.


THE END

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Mrs. Coretta Scott King

Mrs. Coretta Scott King

By Karen Cole
Word count: 1,300


Mrs. Coretta Scott King (born April 27, 1927, died January 30, 2006) was a noted civil rights leader, widow of the slain Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. She founded the King Center in Atlanta, Georgia, in his name.

Mrs. King is still one of the most influential women leaders worldwide. Well prepared for a life committed to social justice and peace, she had been a victim of racial and sexual discrimination all her life. So she entered the world stage in 1955 as the wife of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. When they met at Boston College, he swept her off her feet with his forward mannerisms and charismatic charms.

Together with her man, Coretta Scott King and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. made a remarkable partnership. It resulted not only in four talented children, it also helped her practice devoting her life to the highest values of human dignity in service to social change. It seemed black people in America had a time to shine that might involve something other than shoes. So she was rather enraptured with the prospects of performing her arts - in a worldwide and televised way.

"Corrie" was a nice young woman who had a terrific figure in her prime, carefully cultivated to make her an excellent mother. Nonetheless, she had to endure the painful hardships of being seen as “unnatural” because she was colored, and of being seen in a futile way as someone who could be shoved around. She grew up with a typical life of the times, having to walk five miles to school every day. Being somewhat defensive as a young woman, she thought that she might not achieve a full life; this turned out to be entirely not the case.

Also, she and Dr. King made a pretty cute couple. She married fairly young, having met him at Boston College. Way it goes in life sometimes. Corrie would have to settle for the loss of her individuality somewhat, and become lost in a great man’s shadow. But she would forever retain her beauty, and unlike her husband, she never became overweight, dying not of attack or assassination - but at a relatively advanced age in a safe, clean hospital bed, one at a non-segregated hospital. And yet for some reason, even black people seem to have had trouble finding them their proper graves. I wondered myself if this had anything to do with the usual “witchcraft” accusations, but I guess it was just politics - and an attempt to get the Kings buried in a good area and in a style becoming their standings.

The single crypt housing the great man’s body at the grounds of the King Center for Nonviolent Social Change has been replaced by a larger one, and Coretta Scott King’s body has been moved to it from a temporary grave. She died at 78 on January 30 of complications from a stroke and ovarian cancer. This is technically the third grave for Martin Luther King, Jr. who was assassinated in Memphis on April 4, 1968. His was the fourth of a series of awful assassinations: JFK’s in 1963, Malcolm X’s in 1965, Bobby Kennedy’s in 1968, and also MLK’s - a few months earlier.

In both those days and later, Mrs. King traveled throughout America and the world speaking out on behalf of racial and economic justice, women’s and children’s rights, gay and lesbian dignity, religious freedom, the needs of the poor and homeless, full-employment, health care, educational opportunities, nuclear disarmament, and ecological sanity. In short, this lady let a productive career that she had begun earlier in school guide her away from a most terrible mourning process.

As Dr. King had died at the tender age of 39, she was quite lonely, in spite of a huge coterie of fans and friends. So her mourning process was thus sufficiently alleviated. The man she had been married to was a brilliant man of talent. She could never find anyone better, so she didn’t remarry.

The altruistic being that had nearly saved the world was perpetually on her psyche. He had been a major world figure, and she had been so near the top of the highest mountain, she decided to continue to preach his words of social change. She had been doing that anyway, but his loss was not one from which she could recover. On the other hand, she certainly had a lot to make up for it - with her struggles for dignity for others.

In her distinguished and productive career, she has lent her support to democracy movements world-wide and served as a consultant to many world leaders in democracy movements worldwide. She traveled the world to tell as many people who could afford to listen to her at the time that although she was a grieving widow, she had much to share with everybody regarding gaining human rights for the entire oppressed world, or at the very least, for the left wing version of it.

During the 1980's, Coretta Scott King also reaffirmed her long-standing opposition to apartheid, participating in a series of sit-in protests in Washington that prompted nationwide demonstrations against South African racial policies. In 1986, she traveled to South Africa and met with Winnie Mandela. After her return to the United States, she personally urged President Ronald Reagan to approve sanctions against South Africa. Coretta King also remained active in various women's organizations, including the National Organization for Women, the Women's International League for Peace, and Church Women United.

She put her musical training to use throughout the black freedom struggle, participating in "freedom concerts," which included poetry recitation, singing, and lectures related to the history of the civil rights movement. The proceeds from these concerts were donated to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC). She accompanied her husband on many of his trips, traveling to Ghana in 1957 and India in 1959. In 1962, Coretta Scott King's interest in disarmament efforts took her to Geneva, Switzerland, where she served as a Women's Strike for Peace delegate to the seventeen-nation Disarmament Conference. She is also a recipient of the Congressional Gold Medal.

“Today Mrs. King is active in many political groups. She is a member of the Black Leadership Forum and the Black Leadership Roundtable. She also continues to give speeches supporting her political beliefs of nonviolent change,” is what a website said about her in 2006. She died later that same year. Ten months after her death, Coretta Scott King is in her final resting place next to her husband, slain civil rights leader Michael King. He is now known by one of his many titles, purportedly, at the grave site, probably the one of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther, King, Jr.

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Sister Betty X Shabazz

Sister Betty X Shabazz

By Karen Cole
Word count: 1,700


Betty X (born Betty Jean Sanders) lived from May 28, 1936 to June 23, 1997. The widow of civil rights leader Malcolm X, she died three weeks after being severely burned in a fire allegedly set by her 12-year-old grandson. Shabazz's funeral service was held at the Islamic Cultural Center in New York City. Betty Shabazz was buried next to her husband, Malcolm X, at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York. There is a major mosque in Harlem named after Sister Betty X Shabazz.

Biography – Sister Betty X Shabazz

Nobody seems to know about Betty Sanders early life and family background. She was born, however, in Detroit, Michigan, and is the daughter of Shelman Sandlin and a woman named Sanders. Sanders was an illegitimate child, one with a troubled upbringing, and she was given over to foster parents, growing up in a nice, middle class house in Detroit. Due to her difficult childhood, she devoted her life to African American childcare, health and sexual education.

After high school, Shabazz left the comfortable home of her adoptive parents in Detroit to study at the Tuskegee Institute (now Tuskegee University), a well-known historically black college in Alabama. It was at Alabama that she encountered her first racial hostilities. She did not understand the causes for the racial issues, and her parents refused to acknowledge these issues. She mentioned this in an autobiographical essay she wrote in 1992, published in Essence Magazine: "They thought [the problems] were my fault."'

Betty moved to NYC to get away from the narrow minded views of the white South, studying nursing at Brooklyn State Hospital. One night, her friends took her to hear Malcolm X speak about the Nation of Islam at an Islamic temple in Harlem. Essence Magazine, a magazine specifically for American black women, stated in 1992 that Betty’s friend offered to introduce her to Malcolm X after he was done speaking.

Betty’s reaction to that was “Big deal!” But she went to the speech. She later continued in the interview: “But then, I looked over, and saw this man on the extreme right aisle sort of galloping to the podium. He was tall, he was thin, and the way he was galloping, it looked as though he was going someplace much more important than the podium…well, he got to the podium, and I sat up straight.”

Betty was quite impressed with Malcolm X’s speech. Afterwards, she caught him backstage, and they discussed racism in Alabama. She started attending all of his speeches and lectures, and by the time she graduated nursing school, she was a member of the Nation of Islam. As Elijah Muhammad bestowed the last name “X” on all of his followers, she was now Betty X, like Malcolm X, no longer encumbered with “a slave name.”

Betty X stated further in her autobiographical Essence interview: "I never 'dated' Malcolm as we think of it because at the time single men and women in the Muslims did not 'fraternize' as they called it. Men and women always went out in groups."

Once she had completed her nursing studies in 1958, Malcolm X proposed marriage, and by the time Betty X was 23 and Malcolm X was 32, they were legally wed in the Moslem church. Like her husband, Betty walked the Hajj to Mecca, becoming a Sunni Muslim, and she maintained her faith in the Nation of Islam’s role in Malcolm X’s assassination until 1995. She then had a public reconciliation with Louis Farrakhan, then the leader of the Nation of Islam.

Betty X further stated in her Essence Magazine interview: “I really don't know where I'd be today if I had not gone to Mecca to make Hajj shortly after Malcolm was assassinated. And that is what helped put me back on track. I remembered one of the things Malcolm always said to me is, 'Don't be bitter. Remember Lot’s wife when they kill me, and they surely will. You have to use all of your energy to do what it is you have to do.”

After the assassination, Betty X had at least six girl children to raise as a single mother. Her six daughters were: Attalla, Qubilah, Ilyasah, Gamilah, and the twins Malikah and Malaak. She was determined to raise her daughters in the Islamic faith, and one of them, Ilyasah Shabazz, wrote a famous autobiography, “Growing Up X.”

Betty X was a registered nurse, continuing her education at Jersey City State College, as she needed to provide for her large family. She also wanted to set a good example and provide a strong female role model for them. She received a degree in public health education, next attaining her Master of Arts in the same area in 1970. She finally received a Ph.D. in education administration at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, and was a member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority.

Disaster Strikes - Betty X Dies

Malcolm Shabazz, Betty X’s 12 year old grandson, set fire to her apartment in June of 1997. He had been living with his grandmother, and it was said he was unhappy about this, wanting to live with his mother Qubilah in Texas. Betty X suffered burns over 80 percent of her body and underwent five skin replacement operations, being in intensive care for three weeks in the Jacobi Medical Center in the Bronx, New York. Doctors said most patients like her had only a 10 percent chance of going on living, so Betty X died of third degree burns on June 23, 1997. She was 61 years old. Her grandson served only eighteen months in juvenile detention for his heinous crime, even though it had resulted in the death of his grandmother.

About the time that she died, Betty X had headed the Office of Institutional Advancement and Public Relations at Medgar Evers College in Brooklyn. A larger crowd than the one attending Malcolm X’s funeral came to her memorial service at New York City’s Riverside Church. Prominent Black Community and other civic leaders spoke at the service: Coretta Scott King, widow of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Myrlie Evers-Williams, widow of Medgar Evers, Maya Angelou, famous poet, Ossie Davis, actor, and four New York City mayors: Rudolph Giuliani, David Dinkins, Edward Koch and Abraham Beame; Maxine Waters, US Representative, and Governor George Pataki of New York. Plus, the US Secretary of Labor, Alexis Herman, gave a tribute from Pres. Bill Clinton. Black civil rights leader Jesse Jackson released a statement saying, "She never stopped giving and she never became cynical. She leaves today the legacy of one who epitomized hope and healing."

They held Betty X’s funeral at NYC’s Islamic Cultural Center, and her wake was held at the Unity Funeral Home in Harlem, where her husband’s wake had been held 32 years ago. Then Sister Betty X Shabazz was buried next to her husband, Brother Malcolm X Shabazz, at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York. There is also a large mosque, major in Harlem, named after Sister Betty X Shabazz.

Malcolm X - Betty X's Husband and Soulmate

Malcolm was largely into Truth and Justice - but not the American Way. He felt “patriotism” was a crutch certain people were using to get at his own kind, as they were not letting them have their full civil and human rights. However, potent patriotic forces, albeit Black Nationalist ones, were what inevitably killed him. He had stood up to the leadership of the Nation of Islam, perhaps mostly as a political power play, and it had cost him. But he had grown in his appreciation of desegregation and the human rights of all people, and in his acceptance of the Islamic faith.

Many people would talk to him strangely about his life. They asked him when he was going to become a college bound law student, and enter reality. I feel like he had entered circumstances from the moment he was born that precluded such a thing, not because he was incapable of studying law, but because of the extreme oppression against him. Primarily, he had to deal with that by becoming a militant, anti the USA, and anti everything white society stood for, including to some extent the law.

But Malcolm X did manage to become a kind of amateur lawyer. He kept some black men from going to jail, by lining them up, well dressed, outside of a courtroom in a famous and televised incident. They all seemed to want leadership from him. He kept trying to relate to and lead what was going on, but as he knew, his life was predestined to be short.

Robin DG Kelley, a famous black historian, wrote:

"Malcolm X has been called many things: Pan African, father of Black Power, religious fanatic, closet conservative, incipient socialist, and a menace to society. The meaning of his public life, his politics and ideology, is contested in part because his entire body of work consists of a few dozen speeches and a collaborative autobiography whose veracity is challenged…Malcolm has become a sort of tabula rasa, or blank slate, on which people of different positions can write their own interpretations of his politics and legacy.

“Chuck D of the rap group Public Enemy and Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas can both declare Malcolm X their hero."

I am certain that to Sister Betty X Shabazz, Brother Malcolm X Shabazz was her greatest hero, and that he was also a hero to their six (or eight) children as well, not to mention most of Black America during the 1950s and 1960s.

In his book about Malcolm X, “The Autobiography of Malcolm X,” in the final scenes about his assassination, Alex Haley wrote: “Sister Betty came through the people, herself a nurse, and those recognizing her moved back. She fell on her knees, looking down at his bare, bullet pocked chest, sobbing, ‘They killed him!’”

At least the two of them, Brother Malcolm X Shabazz and Sister Betty X Shabazz, met and loved each other, however briefly. They became a famous and beloved pair, about whom one story says they met during the taping of a Nation of Islam radio show, and another story says they met after a speech given by Malcolm X. At any rate, they finally made it to being with each other. This is an event which many people born on this Earth are not fortunate enough to enjoy in the course of their lifetimes.

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Brother Malcolm X Shabazz

Brother Malcolm X Shabazz

By Karen Cole
Word count: 3,700

He was born Malcolm Little on May 19, 1925, and he was assassinated on February 21, 1965, when he was only 39 years old, the same age as the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was when he was assassinated. Malcolm X, however, was a few years older than the Christian leader Dr. King. At one time a major leader of the Nation of Islam, Malcolm X undertook the Hajj to Mecca in 1964, becoming a Sunni Moslem and taking the name Shabazz, in addition to the “X” that symbolized his lost African tribal name.

Biography – Brother Malcolm X Shabazz

Born Malcolm Little on May 19, 1925 in Omaha, Nebraska, his mother, Louise Little, was a housewife and mother of eight. Earl Little, his father, was a supporter of Black Nationalist leader Marcus Garvey. Malcolm’s outspoken Baptist preacher father gave street corner speeches promoting the need for black people to move “Back to Africa,” which was Garvey’s major ideal.

Little’s activism attracted unfavorable attention from a white supremacist organization called the Black Legion, an offshoot of the extremely racist Ku Klux Klan. Malcolm’s family had to move twice before he was four years old, so his early beginnings well acquainted him with racism, politics and morbid worries over the lives of his relatives.

In 1929 their Lansing, Michigan home was burned down, and two years later, Earl Little was killed. It was thought that two men, members of the Black Legion, had found him in a local bar, hit him over the back of the head, and murdered him by laying him on trolley tracks in front of a streetcar. Little had two life insurance policies out on himself, but the authorities ruled that his death was a suicide. Another time, Ku Klux Klan members rode up to their house, and Louise Little had to grab a shotgun and point it at them to make them leave. Malcolm had tried a moment before to grab the shotgun himself. It wouldn’t be the first time he was kept from using a gun on his enemies.

Malcolm’s mother suffered a major emotional breakdown several years after the death of her husband. She was then committed to a mental institution, and she was in and out of such institutions for 26 years. Her children were sent out to a variety of foster homes and orphanages. Malcolm, an especially bright “middle” child, had been the only one for whom his family had bought eyeglasses; thus the famous bespectacled looks of Malcolm X were born.

Malcolm was a terrific student and scored high on all of his tests, graduating from junior high with top honors. However, a favorite female teacher of his dashed his dreams of becoming a lawyer, telling him it was not a “realistic goal for a nigger.” After that, Malcolm dropped out, moving to Boston, Massachusetts, where he working odd jobs such as shoe shining. Tiring of low paying, unrealistically drab jobs, he traveled to Harlem, New York – where he began his infamous life in the Black Underworld of petty crimes. He was managing various narcotics, prostitution and gambling rings by 1942, having started in the seamy underground life as a “gay” male prostitute and pimp just to make his living. One time he broke into a pawn shop, stealing only a watch.

Malcolm formed a partnership with another man, “Shorty” Jarvis. They moved back to Boston, and in 1946 they were arrested and convicted on burglary charges. Malcolm was sentenced to ten years in prison but was paroled after serving seven years. A romantic story was made up about how he had robbed a bank by using a gun loaded with blanks, and that he’d done it for the love of a beautiful white woman, just to get media coverage.

In reality, he used his jail time to further his education, reading books in the prison library. One of these books was the Koran, the holy book of Islam, and Malcolm’s brother Reginald would visit him in prison and assist him with converting to the Moslem religion. Reginald Little belonged to the Nation of Islam - and he was quite enthusiastic about it.

Elijah Muhammad was the Nation of Islam leader who initially attracted Malcolm’s attention. Muhammad’s teachings were that white people were purposefully keeping black people in America from political, economic and social power, justice and success. The Nation of Islam was fighting for a section of the country to become Black America, separate from the part of the USA controlled by white people. Malcolm decided to become a devout Muslim and follower of Muhammad, and changed his last name from Little to X. He hated the name Little, which he considered to be a slave name, and Muhammad’s giving him the name of “X” meant a lot to him.

He was finally paroled in 1952, and as he was very handsome, bright and articulate, he was immediately appointed a minister and national spokesman for the Nation of Islam. He became a media darling, having a tall, youthful and charismatic presence on camera, and he was seen as the best possible Nation of Islam spokesperson. Elijah Muhammad had him establish mosques in several cities, such as Detroit and Harlem, and Malcolm X used newspapers, radio and television to get the Nation of Islam’s political ideology across to Black America and others. His drive, conviction, obvious honesty in his political ideology and extreme devotion to the cause attracted a huge number of new members to the Nation of Islam, swelling its membership from 500 in 1952 to 30,000 in 1963. It is purported that he met his wife to be, Betty Sanders, outside of a radio station in a hallway around this period of time, but they probably actually met after a speech Malcolm X gave at a Harlem Islamic temple.

The mounting controversy surrounding the brilliant young black militant leader got him featured in a TV special with Mike Wallace in 1959, “The Hate that Hate Produced.” The program touted Malcolm X as one of the Nation of Islam’s most prominent leaders. His fame (or infamy) had begun to succeed beyond that of his leader, Elijah Muhammad, which may have caused some jealousy on Muhammad’s part. The younger, sexier Malcolm X attracted beautiful women, which Muhammad wanted.

As racial tensions due to segregation and the civil rights movement mounted during the turbulent sixties, Malcolm X captured the government’s attention, as well as the FBI’s. Like they were doing with Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., they infiltrated his organization, secretly placing bugs, wiretaps and cameras around their headquarters and homes to monitor the Nation of Islam’s activities. As membership in the Nation of Islam increased, an FBI member even became Malcolm X’s personal bodyguard. Stories about affairs Malcolm X was having with fellow male members of the Nation of Islam began freely circulating in the country.

In 1963, Malcolm X learned that Elijah Muhammad, who was still his leader in the Nation of Islam, was having relationships with six women within the organization, all young and beautiful, and some of those relationships had born children out of wedlock. Malcolm X, being a political and social conservative who fought for the rights of women to dress in a conservative and non revealing manner, was highly disgusted by Muhammad’s behavior. He wanted his leader to be censured, perhaps even dismissed.

Malcolm X proclaimed he had stuck with the teachings of Islam, which included remaining celibate until his marriage to Betty Sanders in 1958. Obviously he had not been a virgin when he’d gotten married, as he had lived life in the Black Underworld for several years, but he claimed that he had at least tried to maintain a conservative life once he’d converted. So Malcolm X denied Muhammad’s attempts to cover up his affairs, blasting claims about them to the media. He said he was deeply affronted by his leader’s actions, as he had considered him to be “the living prophet of God.” He stated he felt guilt ridden about helping so many people join the Nation of Islam, an organization he said he now believed was built on lies, deception, unfair practices and dishonesty.

Around this time, Malcolm X made a comment regarding the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in 1961. “He never foresaw the chickens would come home to roost,” was the famous comment where the media and public lost a lot of sympathy for Malcolm X and his cause. And Elijah Muhammad had Malcolm X formally “silenced” for ninety days, although Malcolm X claimed it was for other reasons. So in March of 1964, Malcolm X formally terminated his membership in the Nation of Islam, founding an altogether new religious organization, the Muslim Mosque. And that same year, Malcolm X went on his first formal pilgrimage to Mecca, which is what devout Moslems are supposed to do at least once during their lifetimes.

He said the pilgrimage, also known as “the Hajj,” was “the most positive experience of my life,” and found himself expressing his beliefs, thoughts and ideas with many diverse people of many diverse cultures, several of whom were white people. For the first time, Malcolm X felt he could communicate with blonde, blue eyed people he could even call his “brothers in Islam.” This experience changed his mind completely about integration, making him give up on the idea of a United States internal Black Nation and giving him hope for a better future.

The idea of a separate country within the United States was seen by then as highly impractical anyway, so now when Malcolm X gave speeches, he was going to preach to all races, not just African Americans. It was during this devout Moslem holy walk that local Moslems gave Malcolm his Sunni Muslim last name, Shabazz; now he had a real last name, not just a symbol. Still, he would always be more typically known by the name Malcolm X. He and his wife both declared themselves to be Sunni Moslems.

While he was on the pilgrimage to Mecca, he discussed his difficult official position with the members of the Nation of Islam, who had been discussing plots to kill him. “I know they are going to kill me,” he told his wife Betty. “Take care of the children for me.” He said he had faith he would see her and their children again someday, in the Heaven of Islam. The FBI also warned their officials that Malcolm X had been marked for assassination, as an undercover official had been ordered by the Nation of Islam to plant a bomb in Malcolm X’s car.

There had been repeated attempt on the life of Malcolm X all through it, from his birth on, and he was getting “used to it” somewhat. He was born with a naturally ruddy hair color, which he hated, as it proved he was part white; it caused his buddies to call him “Detroit Red” as a nickname. In the courtroom, he had denounced his white heritage and his ruddy hair. One time his friends “conked” his hair to make it an even red color, which looked somewhat unnatural.

Malcolm X often used to say he wished he was completely Negro or African American - or perhaps mostly so - and part Native American. He claimed some of his bushy red hair was a result of being part Indian, and a quote of his involved Black Americans being crushed under Plymouth Rock. At one time, he painted a picture of a very large blue black flower, sort of a rose, covering the entire picture canvas. It seems to have represented how much he wanted to be “blue black,” or totally black.

It looked somewhat also like a gun blast, which is what he figured would end his life, and it would have signified the Scottish “flower of manhood.” This is supposedly the male chest, which is where he was shot during his assassination, with the several gun blasts also exploding out his back. However, during an alleged first attempt to assassinate him, he was also stabbed in the chest four times. There is a photo of how he was given a “bum’s rush” by Nation of Islam members, being pulled along down a building’s interior hallway in a row of black men, with his long tie flapping around the supposed stab wounds, but he didn’t die of this. At any rate, he did end up being mortally wounded in the chest, which may explain his painting of a blossoming “flower of manhood” - in black and blue.

I recall also seeing a Black Comics cartoon of a white boy looking version of Malcolm X, surrounded by three Negro but odd looking men, who looked intent to harm him. He seemed to be screaming loudly in pleasure. I don’t know who did that cartoon, or what was meant by it exactly.

Malcolm X actually usually traveled with bodyguards, but as said before, one of them was even an FBI infiltrator. Nobody knew where Malcolm X was going to be killed; it was only a question of when. In February of 1965, Malcolm X’s family’s house, a small one in East Elmhurst, New York, was firebombed, one week before he was assassinated. No one was hurt by the firebombing, but the assassination on February 21 was a success.

Harlem’s Audubon Ballroom was packed to the rafters for a speech by the famous Malcolm X Shabazz, one where he was going to pay tribute to his father by once again affirming his own ties to the Back to Africa Movement. His friend Alex Haley, who had helped him write “The Autobiography of Malcolm X,” was a proponent of going back to Africa, as were many other African Americans.

As Malcolm X was speaking, three gunmen rushed the stage, firing directly into his chest fifteen times. The entire crowd at the ballroom, including Malcolm X’s wife, Betty X Shabazz, raced up to the podium, but it was too late. Betty cradled his dying body in her arms. She stated later that his bare, exploded and scarlet dead chest was “a pitiful sight.” Four of their girl children were unfortunately present at the scene.

Only 39 years old, the same age as the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. would be when he was shot in 1968, Brother Malcolm X Shabazz was pronounced dead at New York’s Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. Almost two thousand people attended the funeral, which was held in Harlem about one week later at the Faith Temple Church. His friends insisted on burying Malcolm X themselves, rather than letting white gravediggers do it, so they took away the shovels and buried him. This was at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York. Just a few months later, Betty gave birth to twin daughters, which were Malcolm X’s; they had a total of six children, all of whom were daughters. Some say they had two more children, both boys.

The three assassins were Talmadge Hayer, Norman 3X Butler and Thomas 15X Johnson. They were convicted of first degree murder in 1966, and purportedly sentenced to die. Two of them were captured at the scene, and all three were members of the Nation of Islam.

It is thought the death of Betty X’s husband was ordered by a superior in the group. The Nation of Islam was a large group of African Americans forced to reorder their priorities in a country dominated by white racial supremacists, murderers, thieves, prostitutes and many other weird people who seemed to be “out to get them” or stop them from leading anything like healthy, moral lives. There is an story that some black people tried to set Malcolm X up with a job sprinkling talcum powder for sex kicks on a dirty old man. It’s said that he refused the job, and that was the beginning of him reclaiming himself.

There have been many documentaries, books and movies about the legend that was Malcolm X. A lot of the stories about him have been proven to be untrue, urban legends that sprouted up about the Nation of Islam’s and Black America’s charismatic and forceful young leader. There was quite a resurgence of interest in Malcolm X in 1992, when director Spike Lee released the nationwide movie “Malcolm X,” starring Denzel Washington. The film received two Oscar nominations, but was mostly seen in its paid version by African American crowds – white people didn’t seem to want to see it for unknown reasons.

Malcolm X - Wife and Family

Nobody seems to know about Betty Sanders early life and family background. She was born, however, in Detroit, Michigan, and is the daughter of Shelman Sandlin and a woman named Sanders. Sanders was an illegitimate child, one with a troubled upbringing, and she was given over to foster parents, growing up in a nice, middle class house in Detroit. Due to her difficult childhood, she devoted her life to African American childcare, health and sexual education.

Betty moved to NYC to get away from the narrow minded views of the white South, studying nursing at Brooklyn State Hospital. One night, her friends took her to hear Malcolm X speak about the Nation of Islam at an Islamic temple in Harlem. Essence Magazine, a magazine specifically for American black women, stated in 1992 that Betty’s friend offered to introduce her to Malcolm X after he was done speaking.

Betty’s reaction to that was “Big deal!” But she went to the speech. She later continued in the interview: “But then, I looked over, and saw this man on the extreme right aisle sort of galloping to the podium. He was tall, he was thin, and the way he was galloping, it looked as though he was going someplace much more important than the podium…well, he got to the podium, and I sat up straight. “

Betty was quite impressed with Malcolm X’s speech. Afterwards, she caught him backstage, and they discussed racism in Alabama. She started attending all of his speeches and lectures, and by the time she graduated nursing school, she was a member of the Nation of Islam. As Elijah Muhammad bestowed the last name “X” on all of his followers, she was now Betty X, like Malcolm X, no longer encumbered with “a slave name.”

During this entire time, the relatives that Malcolm had lost pervaded his consciousness. The man kept losing relatives in an extremely bitter battle with the authorities - due to his family being seen as territorial hostiles in America. They were the descendants of slaves. This gave them an inerasable sense of lost innocence and deep bitterness. Always forced into a position of fighting back without being technically allowed to do so, having been forced out of all positions of power except for some limited religious authority, they tried their best in a sea of remote possibilities to figure out how to deal with life and death.

When Betty X went on the pilgrimage to Mecca with her husband, she also was given the Muslim last name Shabazz, becoming Betty X Shabazz.

Their family survived the firebombing of their home - due to Malcolm X's activism - outside of Queens, New York. On February 21, 1965, Betty X and her four girls witnessed the assassination in Harlem’s Audubon Ballroom. It was reported Betty X covered her children with her own body on the ballroom floor as the fifteen shots rang out; people admired her remarkable courage. She had known her husband’s death was imminent.

In his book about Malcolm X, “The Autobiography of Malcolm X,” Alex Haley wrote: “Sister Betty came through the people, herself a nurse, and those recognizing her moved back. She fell on her knees, looking down at his bare, bullet pocked chest, sobbing, ‘They killed him!’”

Malcolm X was purportedly survived by six to eight children. Needing to replenish themselves with as many children as possible, they were caught in a moment of time, in a continuous battle with the authorities. And yet, they fought back and won in many ways, most of which were nonviolent. There is a photograph of Malcolm X holding a twenty gauge shotgun near a window outside his home at the time, and in an interview, he said he would very much like to “kill me up some crackers,” meaning white people.

At least the two of them, Brother Malcolm X Shabazz and Sister Betty X Shabazz, met and loved each other, however briefly. They became a famous and beloved pair, about whom one story says they met during the taping of a Nation of Islam radio show, and another story says they met after a speech given by Malcolm X. At any rate, they finally made it to being with each other. This is an event which many people born on this Earth are not fortunate enough to enjoy in the course of their lifetimes.

Their daughter Ilyasah Shabazz wrote a famous autobiography, “Growing Up X,” and after Malcolm X’s assassination, she said her mother received lots of help from wealthy friends and celebrities. They purchased a large, beautiful home in Mount Vernon, New York for their family. Ilyasah Shabazz writes that her mother Betty X worked hard to provide for all her children, and that they led sheltered, upper middle class lives. They had luxuries such as housekeepers, chauffeured cares, exclusive social clubs, and expensive, mostly white private schools, tutors, and summer camps.

Malcolm X – Brief List of Some Achievements

About a year after he was paroled, in 1953, Malcolm X was named minister at the Nation of Islam’s Boston mosque. The next year, he became the minister at two other Moslem temples, one in Philadelphia and the other in New York City. “Muhammad Speaks,” the Nation of Islam newspaper, was begun by Malcolm X in 1957, and beginning in the sixties, he was asked to participate in several debates. These included forums on radio stations (Los Angeles, New York, and Washington), television programs (“Open Mind” and “The Mike Wallace News Program”) and universities (Harvard Law School, Howard University, and Columbia University).

Malcolm X befriended and was the minister for the famous heavyweight champion Cassius Clay, and he helped him convert and join the Nation of Islam. Clay announced that his new name was Muhammad Ali in February of 1964. And in March of 1964, after he left the Nation of Islam, Malcolm formed the Moslem Mosque; months later, he also organized the Organization of Afro American Unity.

“The Autobiography of Malcolm X,” which was worked on for two years with his friend writer Alex Haley of “Roots” TV miniseries fame, was published posthumously in November of 1965. The book tells many stories which have since been under dispute, but the end of the book contained scenes from the real assassination of Brother Malcolm X Shabazz.

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