Malcolm X is a person who has inspired - he has been the muse of several generations of black cultural workers, artists, poets, playwrights.

Hope is essential to any political struggle for radical change when the overall social climate promotes disillusionment and despair.

I am convinced that the Black man will only reach his full potential when he learns to draw upon the strengths and insights of the Black woman.

The liberal uses the radical's language to achieve the conservative's aim: the preservation of the capitalist system, and the traditional ethnic/racial hierarchy within society.

At the heart of the fractured soul of America is the frightening chasm of race.

Whiteness in a racist, corporate-controlled society is like having the image of an American Express Cardstamped on one's face: immediately you are “universally accepted.”

The crisis of black politics can only be resolved through the development of multiclass, multiracial, progressive political structures.

The 'We Have Overcome' generation has run out of intellectual creativity but refuses to leave the political stage.

Gene Roberts, one of Malcolm's X chiefs of security, was an NYPD undercover cop. He later went on to bigger things by being a disruptive force inside of the Black Panther Party.

I think that Malcolm X was the most remarkable historical figure produced by Black America in the 20th century.

One of the major differences I see in the political climate today is that there is less collective support for coming to critical consciousness – in communities, in institutions, among friends.

I am rooted in the unlimited love of the heart of the universe.

Dare to contradict the scientist, not because of your scripture, but because of your own rational thinking.

Go for the desire you dare to dream.

In the art and act of mastering, a mistake is a common thing, but it must always shape something and it must always give a distinctive reason for action!

Izzy felt as though she’d wandered into the third act of a play. She had no idea what was going on, but it was unbearably dramatic.

I just hitch up my girdle and let 'er fly.

I don't do lullabyes.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

If I could believe that God was not angry with me, I would stand on my head for joy.

I want to thank everyone for the overwhelming love and support for my mother. She is resting comfortably and is with our family. We ask that you continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers.