Happy Birthday Malcolm X

It is now two days to Malcolm's birthday. A day that has been celebrated as a holiday in the city of Berkeley, California since 1971, a fitting honor for an individual who was so viciously assassinated for so eloquently expounding on the dilemma his African brethren was confronting here on these American shores, in Africa, the Mother continent and so-called Third World and the greater World at large; wherever the problem of racism existed.

A Brother with a world view who was blessed with the ability of deep thought and charismatic eloquence.

My childhood in Jamaica where I was born and resided until the age of twenty seven, at which point I  migrated to the USA was void of any knowledge about Malcolm X due to limited schooling. I myself being no avid scholar (accompanied with the fact that until 1972 there was a ban on many books on the Island which also included books of or about the beloved Brother), possessed a crave for information and would often spend time listening to the news, radio talk shows, or browsing through the daily newspaper, a hobby I continued even after my migration to the American shore in 1986. I would soon taste what is hopefully mere remnants of the African American unfortunate and distasteful experience, and sad to say, an experience felt  globally by people of dark complexion depending on the progress a country had made since gaining its so-called independence from the corruption and disgrace that was colonization.

It is my contention that the variance of the human complexion became a mere mechanism by which a glutton, iniquitous and depraved sector of the human population, men without conscience; executed their devised plan
to fill their coffers with material wealth at the expense of the soul of the human character. In this attempt to systematically dehumanize the African, indisputably accomplishing the same for their race.

How is it possible to attempt the dehumanization of any human being without first lowering the moral value of one's divine nature?

Truth be told the black and white friction was all a farce the real struggle was and continues to be one for the color green_ the almighty (dollar). Therefore all the people were duped, hoodwinked and bamboozled while the few ignoble who poisoned the planet's population to near death and if they could, would have held the world hostage, gasping for air, had what they thought was lavish living. All along living a life of immoral enrichment when they could have been living one that was both morally upright and pure.

And so in two days on May 19th the opportunity to celebrate Brother Malcolm X's life on this planet will once again present itself should the hands of time allows us another sunlight.

His life though short lived is one I wold prefer than one of longevity lived in the shoes of a slave master, an oppressor or just a racist bigot. So on May 19th, 2010 should I not continue to enjoy the blessings of the universe's eternal sustaining elements I wish to with this post declare my  unwavering appreciation for this Brother's sacrifice. For him who stood up for justice that has been trampled beneath hateful and pernicious feet on an onward march towards the demise of the human collective existence.