Will The Real Sugar Ray Leonard …Please Stand Up

By Black Men In America.com

In his forthcoming autobiography, “The Big Fight: My Life In and Out of the Ring,” Hall of Fame Boxer Sugar Ray Leonard reveals that he was sexually abused by unnamed “prominent Olympic boxing coach.”  Whoops!  This revelation comes after Ray writes of his cocaine use, growing up in a home with alcohol abuse and domestic violence, luckily surviving a car wreck with his mother at the wheel, almost drowning in a creek as a child who was unable to swim, and fathering a son at 17.

In the book, Leonard describes sitting in a car in a deserted parking lot with the coach who was talking about how much a gold medal at the 1976 Olympics would mean to his future.  Filled with hope about winning a gold medal Leonard writes the following about the sexual encounter:  “Before I knew it, he had unzipped my pants and put his hand, then mouth, on an area that has haunted me for life. I didn’t scream. I didn’t look at him. I just opened the door and ran.”

Leonard also writes that when he first decided to share the incident he was not going to tell the entire story and write that the coach had stopped short of any contact.  However, after watching actor Todd Bridges tell his story of abuse on the Oprah television show about how he was sexually abused as a kid, Ray decided to tell the whole story, saying that he would never be free unless he revealed the whole truth.

As you might imagine, this revelation has generated some controversy.  A number of people were shocked to hear this story.  Modern day boxing’s original “golden boy” was Ray Leonard, not Oscar De La Hoya, who is suffering from his own addictions.

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard that, and I’ve known Ray since he was just a kid,” Dave Jacobs, who was Leonard’s first trainer as an amateur and later served as assistant trainer for many of his professional fights, said in a telephone interview.  Similar responses have come from those who claim to be in Ray’s inner circle.

This revelation also brings up dirt from Leonard’s past and increases the chances of his current image being tarnished in front of a generation fans who only know him from reality TV shows like “The Contender,” and “Dancing With The Stars.”

Leonard’s book details his travails with drugs, alcohol, infidelity and domestic violence in hi marriage.  One time Leonard pal Harold Bell has a commentary about Leonard on his web site that is over 20 years old written by Terrence Moore who wrote the article for the Atlanta Journal Constitution newspaper.

Photo:  Harold Bell and Sugar Ray Leonard

Bell and others are scratching their heads about some of the revelations in this book.  They see Leonard as self serving and throwing a deceased Olympic coach who is not alive to defend himself being “thrown under the bus.”

Leonard admits that his relationship with Juanita and their sons, Ray Jr. and Jarrel, suffered.  Ray re-married, started a second family and appears to be doing well.

Why do people care what Ray writes in his book?

Is Ray not telling the whole truth?  Or is an innocent man’s reputation being ruined?  Ray never mentions the coach’s name but insiders believe they know who Ray is talking about and some don’t like this revelation.

At age 55, it seems that Ray Charles Leonard is attempting to set the record straight and some folks have a problem with him doing that or perhaps they don’t like the way he’s doing it.

Click here to read Terrence Moore’s article on Ray Leonard on Harold Bell’s  HB Legends web site.

What do you think?

Gil Scott-Heron The Voice of Black Culture Dead at 62

By Gary A. Johnson

Gil Scott-Heron, the poet and recording artist whose unique voice and syncopated rhythmic style and views on politics, racism and other social issues died on Friday (May 27, 2011) at St. Luke’s Hospital in Manhattan.  He was 62 years old.

Scott-Heron preferred to call himself a “bluesologist,” drawing on the traditions of blues, jazz and Harlem Renaissance poetics.  He often bristled at the notion of being known as the “Godfather of Rap.”   However, one can make a solid argument that modern day rap borrowed heavily from the stylistic inflections, intonations and tones of Gil Scott-Heron. 

Whether he wants it or not, the accolades awarded to Gil Scott-Heron by young rappers and musical artists are proof of his legacy.  When news of his death became public artist such as Diddy, Eminem, Usher, Snoop Dogg, QuestLove and Chuck D. immediately took to Twitter to pay their respects to the man who influenced them and their music.  That says a lot about the legacy of Gil Scott Heron.

The song “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” made Gil Scott Heron a cult-like figure in 1971.

Gil Scott-Heron released more than 20 albums, and his work was included in more than 10 compilations.  He was also an accomplished author.  He published six novels, one of which — a mystery called “The Vulture” — came out when he was just 19.  He was one of the first acts that music executive Clive Davis signed after launching Arista Records.  By the mid-1980’s Scott-Heron started to fade from the public eye.  In recent years he’s had a very public battle with addiction, most notably cocaine.  Since 2001, Scott-Heron was convicted twice for cocaine possession, and he served a sentence at  Rikers Island prison in New York for parole violation.

Despite these challenges, Scott-Heron managed to get out and tour.  Still a cult figure to many, Gil Scott-Heron last year released an album of new material, his first in 16 years.  Gil Scott-Heron’s latest release, “I’ll Take Care Of You,” is available on his official web site located at http://gilscottheron.net.

For an exclusive and behind-the-scenes look at Gil Scott-Heron click here to check out Jamie Byng, publisher  of Canongate Books.  Jamie was a friend of Gil Scott-Heron for more than 20 years. During 2010 they recorded this interview in London where Scott-Heron talked about his life and work, interspersed with intimate performances of his music.  A fuller version of the film is scheduled to be released later in 2011.

Here’s another popular Gil Scott-Heron song, “The Bottle.”

Sources:  Associated Press, New York Times, Washington Post, Billboard.com,  Huffington Post.com.

Photo credit:  Mischa Richter

Black Women No Longer Have Their Essence

By Raynard Jackson

Essence Magazine used to be the preeminent magazine for Black women in the U.S.  They, like many Black publications, have lost their relevance; and in the process become an embarrassment to the very group they claim to target.

Essence was founded in 1968 by Ed Lewis, Clarence Smith, Cecil Hollingworth, Jonathan Blount and Denise Clark.  Their initial circulation began at around 50,000 per month and now is estimated to be over 1 million per month.  It is a monthly publication focusing on Black women between the ages of 18 and 49.  Essence was bought out by Time Inc. in 2005, thus no longer being a Black owned publication (similar to B.E.T.).

The impetus behind the founding of Essence was to show a side of Black women that was never portrayed in the mainstream media.  Images of Black women were controlled by white media outlets that had little to no knowledge of the Black community.  Most of these images were very stereotypical and lacking substance.

There were unique issues relevant to Black women that other publications were totally ignorant of.  Black women could not wear the same makeup that white women could—there are differences in skin type.  Black women have unique issues when it comes to styling their hair—there were no mainstream publications that dealt with these differences.

So, initially, Essence met a very real need and provided a venue for Black women to share common experiences with each other (remember, this was pre-internet days when you didn’t have all the instant communication we have today).

Essence portrayed Black women in the most positive of lights.  They made Black women feel proud to be Black and female!  That was then, this is now.

Now, Essence is just another Hollywood rag (focused on Black women), sprinkled with a few substantive, positive stories; but, that is no longer their focus!

I looked at the cover picture for the past year and each cover featured an entertainer.  Isn’t this the same stereotyping that we have accused white media of—showing Blacks as only entertainers?  There is nothing wrong with having entertainers on the cover, but is that all there is to offer Black women?

I can guarantee that most Black women have never heard of Sadie Tanner Mossell Alexander, Alicia Jillian Hardy, or Katie Washington.

When I went on Essence Music Festival’s website and looked at the speakers listed under “Empowerment”I was stunned and quite embarrassed!

The Essence Music Festival is the nation’s largest annual gathering of Black musical talent in the U.S.  It is a 3 day event filled with cultural celebrations, empowerment panels, and nightly entertainment by some of the biggest names in music.  It is held in New Orleans, LA every July.  The event attracts more than 200,000 people.

One of the speakers listed under “Empowerment” is “NeNe” Leakes.  She is one of the main characters of the reality TV show, “The Real Housewives of Atlanta.”  The show is about the private lives of women who are dating or is married to successful men in the Atlanta area.

Leakes is a foul mouth, angry, nasty person on the show and from media accounts in real life also.  She is also the founder of Twisted Hearts Foundation (which focuses on domestic violence against women).  They were forced to close down last year after being suspected of money laundering.  Leakes is also a former stripper.

One of the other speakers listed under “Empowerment” is Shaunie O’Neal, former wife of N.B.A. great Shaquille O’Neal.  She is the executive producer of “Basketball Wives.”  The women’s only claim to fame is that they either dated or were married to a pro basketball player.  They have nor had no identity outside the athletes they were involved with.

Both shows portray women in the worst light imaginable—using high profile men to get fame and fortune.  These women then try to exploit their former relationships to get their own TV show.  They are paid to tell the most intimate details of their former relationships.

Essence, could you please tell me how these two women fit into your mission of uplifting the Black woman?  What can they teach women about “empowerment?”  Is this really the image of Black women Essence wants to promote?  There are many women who could fit into your mission statement.

By the way, Sadie Tanner Mossell Alexander was the first Black woman to earn a Ph.D. in America (1921).  Alicia Jillian Hardy is the first Black woman to earn a Ph.D from M.I.T. in mechanical engineering (2007).  Katie Washington, a 21 year old, became the first Black female valedictorian in the history of  Notre Dame University (2010).  She gave a wonderful speech (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaouUZrn2vI).

One would think that Ms. Hardy and Washington deserved to be on the cover for their achievements; and most assuredly know a little something about empowerment!  Oh, I forgot, they are not entertainers, so they don’t qualify.

In times past, Black women used to look forward to reading Essence Magazine for upliftment.  That was then, this is now.  Black women no longer have the Essence of their mother and grandmother.

In Essence, there is no essence!

Raynard Jackson is president & CEO of Raynard Jackson & Associates, LLC., a D.C.-public relations/government affairs firm.  He is also a contributing editor for ExcellStyle Magazine (www.excellstyle.com) & U.S. Africa Magazine (www.usafricaonline.com). 

Enough!

Raynard Jackson

Rick Welts, “I’m gay.”  Don Lemon, “I’m gay.”  Will Sheridan, “I’m gay.” Uhhhhhhhhhh,  ENOUGH!

Who cares?  Does the public really care about their sex lives?  Who these people choose to be romantic with is of no concern to me and should be of no concern to those who know them.

Rick Welts is the president of the Phoenix Suns professional basketball team.  He is very well respected and is considered one of the best executives in all of professional sports.  Don Lemon is a weekend anchor for CNN news in Atlanta.  Will Sheridan played college basketball for Rutgers University (and is now an aspiring singer).

This week each of them, independent of each other, all admitted in the media that they were gay.  They were not caught in some compromising position and threatened with blackmail.  They just felt the public had a “right” to know.

Here is what Lemon had to say, “I think if you’re going to be in the business of news {as a reporter}, and telling people the truth, of trying to shed light in dark places, then you’ve got to be honest. You’ve got to have the same rules for yourself as you do for everyone else.”

Are you kidding me?  One of the supposed tenets of journalism is to report what happens and not become part of the story.  What does his sexual preference have to do with his reporting on a story?  So, Mr. Lemon, I want to know how much money you make, your home address, your cell and home numbers, your social security number, the name and address of your parents, etc.

Lemon is basically saying that we, the public, have a “right” to know his deepest, darkest, most private information.  This is ludicrous.

I am really having a difficult time understanding why the public needs to know this.  None of this information is relevant to the performance of their jobs.  None of this has anything to do with workplace camaraderie.  None of this is anyone’s business.

This public confessional will not make them a better executive, a better anchor, or a better singer.  As a matter of fact, if I admitted to a co-worker that I was a Christian (and they did not share my belief), it could be construed as workplace harassment.  Just ask any human resources professional.

But, from all the media accounts of these confessionals, you would have thought they just survived the Holocaust.

Here is what former Bill Clinton aide, Keith Boykin, had to say, “Don Lemon is probably the most high profile “mainstream” black gay man alive today, and his simple act of courage will help redefine not only how society sees black gay men, but how we see ourselves.”  Boykin has lost his mind.

Are gays discriminated against?  Sometimes.  But they are protected by laws, not because they are gay, but because they are humans.  That is why I am fundamentally against the “gay rights” movement.

Being gay is not and should not be a protected class, being human is.  If you are assaulted, there are laws on the books that punish the perpetrator—not for hitting a gay person, but for hitting a person.

Gays who feel the need to have these public confessionals are not so much concerned about equality; but rather acceptance.

We know that the media is very liberal, thus they are trying to make heroes out of these gays who have gone public.  They are not heroes, they are regular people.

Would the media react the same way to someone who publically admitted they had a drug problem, alcohol problem, or a stealing problem?  Should they be portrayed as heroes too?

These are all about personal choices and the fear that public knowledge of these behaviors, in their thinking, might cause them to be frowned upon by society—thus be discriminated against.

Who you choose to be intimate with is a personal and private matter.  I find it quite disturbing that gays feel the need to thrust their private proclivities upon the public.

If you choose to be gay, have at it.  But, I don’t have to be in agreement with your lifestyle choices; nor does it preclude us from going out to dinner or a ball game.  If we are friends, we are friends because you are a nice person, not because you are a nice, gay person.

Ironically, the word gay ends with the letter “y.”  As in why do gays feel the public needs to know what sex they choose to be intimate with?  Why do they attempt to force private, personal information into the public arena?  Why do they think the public even cares about their private choices?

In the end, I don’t care who they choose to be intimate with and would prefer not to be told.  I won’t ask, so please don’t tell!  Enough already.

Raynard Jackson is president & CEO of Raynard Jackson & Associates, LLC., a D.C.-public relations/government affairs firm.  He is also a contributing editor for ExcellStyle Magazine (www.excellstyle.com) & U.S. Africa Magazine (www.usafricaonline.com). 

The Bridge: Blacks Souled Out Part 2, Negro Souls for Sale

By Darryl James

At the center of every people is something that is, for them, innately funky.

And when they fail to hold on to that something, then they fail to protect their Soul.

            America is such a careless and cold marketplace that it is easy for anyone to lose their Soul. Regardless of the effect on the people, anyone’s Soul can be sold on the open market.

Even white people have souled their Soul.

For example, Emimen could have been funky in a Black environment as a white boy, instead of coming off as a white boy trying to dominate a Black art form by trying to come off as nearly Black.

He should have paid attention to those before him. Beastie Boys were crazy in a very white boy way. They were true to their whiteness in a Black environment and it was funky.  No one could have done that except some berserk white boys. Anyone Black with that style would have sounded goofy and would have been corny and wack, but they were funky and loved in a way Eminem can never get by being Rap music’s Elvis Presley.

Another example can be found in 1970s R&B music. Quick—did you really know Teena Marie was white in the early days of her career? Did you care that Micheal McDonald (Doobie Brothers) or Bobby Caldwell was? No. We loved them and never cared that they were white even when we found out.

But, many of us care that Justin Timberlake is white and could care less for his disingenuous attempts to be “Blacker than thou,” even going so far as to dis Prince, of all people, in order to earn some sort of ‘hood rep.

Stupid ass Justin souled out.

It’s easy to do in America, where we can see the Soul-selling in every nook and cranny of the nation.

And at the bottom of it all are the most abused, historically disenfranchised group of citizens—African Americans, pretending to be something that they no longer even discuss—relevant, empowered and enfranchised.

Sad and simple-minded African Americans believe that the presence of a few corporate leaders in Blackface will somehow affect the rest of us, and so we cheer for the heads of commerce, even as most of us languish at middle class and below.

These sad Black people even believed that the election of a Black president would instantly make good the nation’s bad promissory note written against an account with the funds ready to be disbursed on demand.

Certainly, Barack Obama’s presidency brings many good things, but it will take more than the election of one Black man to stem the tide of bloodletting that has been flowing freely for centuries.

Yet, many deluded Blacks in America believe that there is no more bloodshed and that the nation is now fair, beautiful and loving.

But why wouldn’t African Americans believe in truth, justice and the American way?

Our people are being assimilated into a soul-less society and we are becoming more and more soul-less with it.

It’s an evolution and a destruction of a people at the same time. At the end of the day, it’s like the Matrix, where the goal is to have everyone look like Agent Smith.

The Soul is being sucked out of our people. That is the ultimate goal of this system—to create mindless, shapeless consumers.

It will get to the point where whites will tell Blacks what being a Nigger is and claim to be more Nigger-like than them.

Oh snap! Wait—we’re already there.

Blackness has very little meaning and substance to most of us.  Talk to a few people across a wide age range and you will find that there is little sense of community. This is one of the prime reasons why previously demeaning behavior and activities are now celebrated, particularly if the person facilitating the demeaning of our image is in blackface and getting paid.

Tyler Perry should be chastised by all for cooning on the silver screen, but instead many Blacks defend him, touting empty “reasons” such as “he’s making money.”

Dead-brained knee-grows talk about Perry opening doors for others, but those doors are dubious and the people entering are not all that cool.

For example, where whites once thought twice about donning blackface and demeaning Black people, now jackasses like Chuck Knepp and his “Shirley Q. Liquor” character are defended, even by some dead-brained Negroes.

And why wouldn’t Knepp feel as comfortable crapping on Blacks as Michael Richards when we don’t bother to properly defend our image? Dead-brained House Nigger D.L. Hughley defended Richards and probably shines Knepp’s shoes for old chicken bones.

Few talk about how Black comedians, rappers and comedic actors are selling us out and crapping on our image on the world stage.

But let any of our great minds talk about the real problems, which are pursued mostly by the so-called haves against the have-nots, and the critical thinkers will be attacked.

It’s almost as if Black people would rather devolve at worst, or at best, stagnate, before doing the heavy lifting of thinking outside of the box and taking according action.

It’s hard work to protect the collective Soul, but as we see from the reputation and standing of the Jews, the effort is well worth it.

In order to protect and preserve our Soul, we would have to take a cold hard look at who we are and what we are doing to each other.

It’s gonna take a lot of heart and Soul to do that.

            Next Week:  “Divided Soul.”

Darryl James is an award-winning author of the powerful new anthology “Notes From The Edge.”  James’ stage play, “Love In A Day,” opened in Los Angeles this Spring and will be running all Summer. View previous installments of this column at http://www.bridgecolumn.proboards36.com. Reach James at djames@theblackgendergap.com.

Mans Futile Indifference with Little Consciousness of Reason

By T. Duffy

Regardless what man has done or capable of doing to help keep society moving forward, there is a darker-side they unsuspectingly mentally wrestle with, so most may not believe they should frequently assess their lives, especially since he’s often upset when he receives no measure of admiration for what’s often expected of him. Having minimum knowledge to go further with this, to me it seems to be a needed jolt to his adrenaline gland to keep the testosterone level from falling. Observing the character of many, we may see regardless of the level of education, accolades, riches, creed or even race, little about him or his demeanor differs from other men. So I can take this further by saying the same is common for men in every part of this planet. Of course there are those who express a difference, but any disagreement I could show they are few in comparison. It’s like believing if a person like Donald Trump had the same wealth as Bill Gates, his temperament would be the same. The truth is there wouldn’t be any change, because he has shown inherent in his character a mind-set that has always revealed a deeper side of contempt for anything he’s not able to control. So should we not believe [The Apprentice] isn’t a perfect platform to exercise it? Of course I could have shown others’ socially as well as economically, but the results would still be the same.

The probability of men acquiring a lasting misnomer starts soon after birth. Most are maturing in ways that often cause a significant and sometimes an almost foreseeable negative uniqueness, especially if the personality of the principal male during their growth who teaches, have no sense of balance. Example, from militia groups in this country, to terrorist’s factions in various parts of the world, young men are emerging following the perplexed psyche of older men who recruit them for fabricated warlike circumstances. But elsewhere the same are committing themselves to martyrdom with acts of violence, not realizing the principal notion is to reign over mankind to keep their sacred principles sovereign. [To further their objectives, one group use hateful rhetoric and intimidation, as the others deploy severe acts of violence that generate a more intense quandary. My views is not to say I’m a saint, better or even smarter, it’s accepting the notion to understand the probability of how this could have also affected my life. When I see or hear men sometimes using unclear rationale to convict other men for alleged offenses, I realize I must avoid the risk of being culpable. Such as when a policeman stops a car, believing the woman he see sitting in the passenger seat who seem to be crying, was  probably assaulted by the driver who’s male. The throw-back is discovering they were returning from the doctor who told them because of prior medical problems of one of them, their chance of having children was uncertain.

So it wasn’t unusual to sometimes be a little upset seeing or hearing the actions of my gender, since many situations gave me clear reasons to wonder why some almost ended up becoming volatile. Unfortunately there has to be some disapproval for this so far, if someone should believe I’m just another guy trampling on men again. But I believe to know the better-part of self, which would help to develop ones mindset, is to know what you’re capable of. A more obvious reason for some is to be able to distinguish the results of many domestic problems men have had or may experience. Most isn’t unfavorable because of what women will do or have done to them it’s what men do to other men to bring it about, since men generally fail to be the element of objectivity to administer fairness, unless their offenses cause them to recognize its necessity.    Anyway revealing some of the most shocking things men have done or capable of doing is too far-reaching to note, especially when there’s no reason to believe after reading and hearing what goes on daily, something divine will suddenly put a stop to it.  Although I’m in no position to change any of this, I sometimes feel I would rather be someone other than a man. Although that would be difficult, but not gay which I would automatically expect to be the subsequent viewpoint of a male reader? It would definitely not be someone who often asserts they are closer to the image of a God. If that was true God would seem to be as coldhearted and reckless as he, so maybe there shouldn’t be any need to censure, hearing the rising anger towards doubters feelings about a God from the most harden religious advocate today.

None of this has anything to do with elevating women above men, so I’m not someone who’s campaigning to save the sanctity of women because they to do it often and very-well. Besides I’ve always felt American women have their own cross to bear, since few would really believe narcissism is their Achilles’ heel. It’s to shine the light of hypocrisy on man’s reasoning to criticize, limit, remove and time and again penalize their gender without cause, besides adding a deeper deception how he often exert the need for morality more to other’s than self. The same things many say they detest such as being unfaithful, drugs or pornography they seem to migrate too often in scandalous situations. So my closing question is what is the forecast spiritually or otherwise for his life that set up the guide lines for his methods to determine his importance on earth? Is there really a specific distinction for men and women? What and who validates his motives that sometimes negatively affect the lives of entire societies? If the commandments is really genuine, was it written by a God only for women and children who God would understand know little about their true being? Nevertheless the better reason for my assessment is to hopefully get younger black men to look more closely at themselves with a since of logic for what they do, so they can bear in mind any reckless act using no rational, have and still can cause communities and their lives to face a sudden stalemate mirroring the dealings of impractical and overzealous men. Finally the concept that men must hold back his civility or it could show some vulnerability is just an idea created by men, yet inflamed by men regularly since most will test other men to confirm it.

The Bridge: In Honor of Malcolm X

By Darryl James

May 19th is the birth date of El Haaj Malik El-Shabazz, known to us as Malcolm X.

Who was Malcolm X?

Malcolm X was a number of things to a number of people.

To white racists, he was the physical manifestation of the chickens coming home to roost—the sins of the father being visited upon the sons. He was committed to the respect and protection of the Black community and unwavering in the extent to which he was willing to go and to which he was willing to influence millions to go to oppose and stamp out oppression.

His mission? In his own words, it was “to bring about the complete independence of people of African descent here in the western hemisphere…and bring about the freedom of these people by any means necessary.”

Those means included violent retaliation, of course, but those means also included economic revolution. Malcolm X advocated Black self-reliance as a means to freedom.

“If you can’t do for yourself what the white man is doing for himself, don’t say you’re equal with the white man,” Malcolm chided.” If you can’t set up a factory like he sets up a factory, don’t talk that old equality talk.”

Brother Malcolm became the universal symbol for Black Manhood as he challenged white superiority and privilege in a way that frightened America and made conscious Black people proud.

He also challenged the foundation and purpose of the Civil Rights Movement, which did not make him an enemy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., as many people today believe.

It is ignorant to detract from one man to glorify the other. Brother Malcolm was as crucial and relevant as Brother Martin, but a fearful nation would not embrace him the same because he represented the fiery response to violence—a divergent option to Brother Martin, but certainly not an opposite option.

In a 2005 installment of his column for the New York Daily News, Stanley Crouch, a self-hating Negro, claimed that Malcolm X was a “heckler of the Civil Rights Movement” and a “minor figure,” calling the Nation of Islam a “cult,” and a “cartoon version of Islam.”

Boot-licking House Negro bitches like the “writer” Stanley Crouch can deride Malcolm X from the comfort of the twenty-first century, but in his weak little heart which pumps lemonade, Crouch knows damned well that he would never have had the testicular fortitude to be one tenth of what Malcolm X was to America—a proud Black man unafraid to tell the world what was wrong with this nation and unafraid to face it, sacrificing his life for the people he loved.

Crouch, a revisionist idiot, has no real concept of history, particularly where Black people are concerned. Malcolm and Martin had two different movements, which were moving closer to each other before they were assassinated. To call Malcolm a “heckler of the Civil Rights Movement,” is ignorant and demonstrates self-hatred.

Malcolm’s critical challenge of the foundation and purpose of the Civil Rights Movement is very different from being a “heckler,” which is someone who sits inactively on the sidelines tossing negativity.

Certainly, Martin was and is larger than Malcolm, but that has more to do with who he had following him and the times to come. Malcolm was about hate the way Martin was a racist—both false assumptions made only by idiots.

The reality is that Martin was safer than Malcolm—for whites and for scared Negroes who didn’t want anyone to make too much noise and piss off the white establishment they feared and revered.

But Martin also had detractors, many of whom hated him as they hated Malcolm. Some Negroes were afraid that Martin, too, would upset the apple cart and make it harder for them to kiss white people’s collective asses.

Malcolm X, much like Dr. King, was evolving from fighting a domestic fight on the home front for civil rights into waging a war on the world stage for human rights.

And they were both taking an economic revolution to the bottom of society.

At the end of the day, there is never a reason to choose and no one should be asked to.

But there is a reason to celebrate. To celebrate the birth of a beautiful, strong human being who changed the way Black men thought of themselves and frankly, the way the world thought of Black men.

The late Ossie Davis, who delivered the eulogy for Malcolm X in the Spike Lee film and in life at the funeral, said it best:  “Malcolm was our manhood. Our living Black manhood.”

(Malcolm was) “Our own Black shining prince who didn’t hesitate to die, because he loved us so.”

And those of us who understood him, love him as well.

Happy Birthday Brother Malcolm.

Darryl James is an award-winning author of the powerful new anthology “Notes From The Edge.”  James’ stage play, “Love In A Day,” opens in Los Angeles this Spring. View previous installments of this column at http://www.bridgecolumn.proboards36.com. Reach James at djames@theblackgendergap.com.