Malcolm X [antikvár]

OUR SHINING BLACK PRINCE EULOGY DELIVERED BY Ossie Davis AT THE FUNERAL OF MALCOLM X FAITH TEMPLE CHURCH OF GOD* H ERE—at this final hour, in this quiet place—Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes— extinguished now, and gone from us forever. For Harlem is where he worked and where he struggled and fought—^his home of homes, where his heart was, and where his people are—and it is, therefore, most fitting that we meet once again—in Harlem—^to share these last moments with him. For Harlem has ever been gracious to those who have loved her, have fought for her, and have defended her honor even to the death. It is not in the memory of man that this beleaguered, unfortunate but nonetheless proud community has found a braver, more gallant young champion than this Afro-American who lies before us—^un-conquered still. I say the word again, as he would want me to: Afro-American—Afro-American Malcolm, who was a master, was most meticulous in his use of words. Nobody knew better than he the power words have over the minds of men. Malcolm had stopped being a "Negro" years ago. It had become too small, too puny, too weak a word for him. Malcolm was bigger than that. Malcolm had become an Afro-American and he wanted—so desperately— that we, that all his people, would become Afro-Americans too. There are those who will consider it their duty, as friends of the Negro people, to tell us to revile him, to flee, even from the presence of his memory, to save ourselves * February 27, 1965. XI