~Ossie Davis fr his eulogy for Baba Malcolm delivered February 27,1965
On this day, forty-four years ago, on a then Sunday afternoon, a King who walked so radiantly upon the Urth...ceased to do so, compelled into the angelic realms by a hail of assassins bullets.
I was in my mother’s womb. I would be born on the same day, exactly five months after Baba Malcolm passed the baton of his legacy to the rest of us. For me this day of re*memberance iz not so much about the ugly tragedy that befell a man, his family and a people on that day. It’s greater value iz it’s invitation to open our minds, hearts & lives to the living ancestral spirit of El Hadji Malik El Shabazz, and the legacy of revolutionary Love his life & passion calls for us to emulate.
My Favorite Poem
Malcolm
to me iz
a poem
a lyric to
manhood
a gospel to
joy
a rhythm to
liberation
a drumbeat to
love
ancestor’s ijuba
to kingliness
Beautiful/awesome/magik/man/song
of breath
and flesh
song
of light
of spirit
of truth
El
Hadji
Malik
El Shabazz
Poem
Man
Blood
Power
Love
Father
Ase
