A month or two ago, I came across
"The Autobiography of Malcolm X" in a used bookstore. Malcolm X is one of those historical figures that I knew virtually nothing about but felt like I ought to, so I swooped on it. Before reading, my impressions could mostly be summed up by childhood encounters with Nation of Islam recruiters at stoplights. (As
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That's my take on it
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Paul and I are reading it right now. We're in the section where the schisms in NOI are becoming more pronounced, and it's becoming obvious Malcolm's life is in grave danger. It's like watching a friend on the railroad tracks, knowing the train is coming, but you can't do a thing to change what's about to happen.
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Also, regarding religion, it's fascinating how people responded to the version of him that they encountered, and how that bore relation to his path over time. It's not just a matter of people selectively interpreting, it's that Malcom X was (of course) a different person at different times, and any one person's experience of him is necessarily a small set of snapshots. (It makes me wish that there were an "Autobiography of Jesus".)
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