Malcolm’s Theme - Kamasi Washington

Here in this final hour

We come to bid farewell

To one of our brightest hopes

Extinguished long ago

A man has memory of a champion

What brave and gallant and he

Who lies before us

Unconquered still

Honor, pride, and love

Afro-American, was Malcolm

A master of words was he

To weave me through so long ago

He wrote no more, it’s true

I say, again, Afro-American

As he would want me to

To those who tell us

To free his memory

We smile and say to you

I say, again, Afro-American

As he would walk me to

To those who tell us

To flee his memory

We smile and say to you

Have you ever talked to

Brother Malcolm?

Or have him smile at you?

Do you ever really listen?

If so, you know this too

Malcolm, was a man too

A living black man too

For this we honor him

And so we honor, the best in ourselves

The gift he gave us all

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah now brother

You loved me so

We leave you now with words from

El-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz

Before I get involved in anything I have to straighten out my position.

And…

which is clear, I am not a racist, in any form whatsoever.

I don’t believe in

any form of racism, I don’t believe in any form of discrimination or

segregation.

I believe in Islam, I’m a muslim.

And there’s nothing wrong with

being a, being a Muslim.

Nothing wrong with the religion of Islam.

It just teaches us to believe in Allah, as the God.

And those of you who are

Christians, probably believe in the same God.

Because I think you believe in

the God that created the universe, and that’s the one we believe in;

the one who created the universe.

The only difference being, you call him God,

and I — we call him Allah, Jews call him Jehovah.

If you can — If you

understand Hebrew, you probably call him Jehovah too.

If you can understand

Arabic, you probably call him Allah.

But since the white man, your friend,

took your language away from you, during slavery, the only language you know

is his language, you know, your friends language.

So you call him — you call

upon the same God he calls for.

When he’s putting a rope around your neck you

call for God and he calls for God.

But the real religion of Islam doesn’t teach

anyone to judge another human being by the color of his skin.

The odd statement

is used by the Muslim, to — uh, measure another man, is not the man’s color,

but the man’s deeds.

The man’s conscience behavior, the man’s intention.

And when you use that measure — standard of measurement, or judgement,

you never go wrong

No more a man, but a seed

Which will come forth again

We’ll know him as a prince

Our own black shining prince who died

Because He loved us so