“Yes.”
“He is walking around here with you, among you, in you.”
“Yes,” the people shout back.
“God is black, like you; God is oppressed, like you; He looks like you; He acts like you; He walks like you; He talks like you....”
By this time, the people are back on their feet cheering. But Malcolm has gone as far toward describing God as he will go for a while.
“Now,” he says, “you have to listen with understanding to know what I am talking about.”
“We with you.”
“We don’t let white devils in our meetings.”
“No, no, no!”
“But we have to worry about some of you because the white man has messed up your mind so bad that some of you will run back and tell everything. That’s why we can’t tell you everything; that’s why you have to listen carefully and with understanding if you are going to find out just who God is. But if He walks like you, and looks like you, and talks like you, and suffers like you; and if He is with you, in you, and all around you ... then ... well, you figure it out!”