We celebrate the day of your birth and hence, your fame lives on.
We are not what you were about and we are not fit to speak your name.
We love to kid ourselves that what we’re doing, you would approve.
But there ain’t no way in hell that you’d still be playing the white man’s game.
When did you ever raise your arms in humble supplication?
When did you ask us to grovel and beg for a crumb from Massa’s table?
When did you ever trust a white man to see that justice would be done?
When did you ever heed their lies and remain trapped in Massa’s stable?
They claim there is a movement, but the movement died with you.
Only sell-outs and punks are left and that shit don’t get it done.
There is no man among the Blacks and that is oh, so true.
America’s slaves slave on, but you were Africa’s son!
We have no claim upon you, nor should we quote your words.
You told us who our enemy was and for that they shot you dead.
You said that we should prepare for war and this, we never did.
We are too fucking scared, holding up protest signs instead.
Oh yes, we got it going on and we owe it all to you.
You who said that words alone, would never bring us peace.
We bob our heads and shuffle our feet and get down on our knees.
We then turn and run and get shot down by racist ass police!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
Today, May 19th, we celebrate the birthday of Malcolm X and Black people consider themselves to be honoring him by quoting him and stating that his fame lives on. If his ‘fame’ truly lived on, we would be not just quoting him but would have instead, acted on the words he spoke to us and we all know them because we’ve certainly copied and pasted them enough times. But what do we do? We continue to become filled with fake ass outrage over every single killing of Black people and even the victim’s families will do as told by Massa and get up and tell everyone to remain calm as if Black folks haven’t been too damn calm for centuries. Seriously?
This is how we honor a man that told us, “It’s got to be the ballot or the bullet. This is how we honor a man that told us, “We are African, and we happened to be in America. We’re not American. We are people who formerly were Africans who were kidnapped and brought to America. We didn’t land at Plymouth Rock, the rock was landed on us!” This is how we honor a man that told us that “Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you’re a man, you take it!” This is how we honor a man that said, “You can’t drive a knife into a man’s back nine inches, pull it out six inches and call it progress.” This is how we honor a man that asked us “Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?[…]”You should ask yourself who taught you to hate what God made you?” – Malcolm X May 19, 1925 – Assassinated February 21, 1965
So, Black folks, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up over your celebrations of Malcolm X’s birthday because he would be ashamed of where we are now and what’s more, you dumb ass, scared shitless fucks know it!