“Yes sir, that’s right.”
“So we were here from the beginning”—and Malcolm X smiles.
The people come roaring to their feet with shouts of thanks and deliverance.
“And that which was here from the beginning must be the daddy of everything else. Am I right or wrong?”
“You right. That’s right.”
“This blue-eyed devil talking about he is superior. It’s about time he found out that we are his pappy!”
“Make it plain, Brother. Make it plain.”
“Now listen to this,” Malcolm told a rally of three thousand on a Harlem street corner, “and you will know why black is superior.”
“Come on. Come, let’s hear it!”
“Black is the prime color. It is the strong color.”