Malcolm X: I ordered a single, Jack. Bartender: The double's on that man, Jack. Malcolm X: Who is that? Bartender: That's West Indian Archie. Malcolm X: Yeah? What's his angle? Bartender: Some uh this, some uh that.
Malcolm X: We didn't land on Plymouth Rock. Plymouth Rock landed on us!
Malcolm X: [as a waiter] I aims to please, sir, and I'm pleased to aim!
Malcolm X: We had the best organization a black man's ever had. Niggers ruined it.
Malcolm X: The only thing I like integrated is my coffee.
[playing "Cops and Robbers"] Shorty: Yeah, Red! Malcolm X: Come on, you missed me! Shorty: Try this on for size! [makes Tommy-gun noises] Malcolm X: I ducked. Shorty: [laughing] You ducked?
Not everyone likes sports. Gandhi and Malcolm X come to mind.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
David Icke reminded me of Malcolm X.
Ali... we should have gone to see that movie. Malcolm X was another one.
Malcolm X: [whispering] I will not touch the white man's poison; his drugs, his liquor, his swine, his women. Baines: A Muslim must be strikingly upright; an outstanding example so that those in the darkness can see the power of the light. Malcolm X:...
Brother Earl: I just assumed... Malcolm X: Don't *assume* anything, brother!
I later heard somewhere, or read, that Malcolm X telephoned an apology to the reporter. But this was the kind of evidence which caused many close observers of the Malcolm X phenomenon to declare in absolute seriousness that he was the only Negro in A...
[West Indian Archie gives Malcolm his first gun] West Indian Archie: Now you're outfitted. You ready to tackle the streets? Malcolm X: Yeah, I'm ready. Let them come.
Malcolm X raised my consciousness about myself and my people and other people more than any person I know. I knew him before he became Malcolm X.
My feeling about in-laws was that they were outlaws.
[first lines] Announcer: In the name of Allah the merciful, all praises due to Allah, Lord of all the worlds. The one God to whom praise is due forever. The one who came to us in the person of Master Fard Muhammad and raised up the Honorable Elijah M...
You are either free or not free
All the working-class people could feel a Malcolm X. They could hear Malcolm X, and two weeks later they could whisper back what he said. Verbatim. They could remember the way he put it, and he put it so well.
How is it possible to write one's autobiography in a world so fast-changing as this?
I don't have many sad days.
