White folks should have listened to Black folks . . . a long time ago. Black folks have understood all along that there were never any legal protections that couldn’t disappear in an instant if Whites wanted something they controlled, whether it be a piece of land, a profitable idea, or a life dedicated to calling out injustice. As the United States trudges toward the precipice of fascism, the lessons of capricious lawlessness that came from Black activists like Malcom X forewarned all of us of the universal abuses to come.
And now, oppressions once reserved for non-White Americans are unfolding for anyone not in lock-step with the proto-fascist regime at hand. Look to Black history to instruct the rest of us on the threats of revoked citizenship, blocked voting rights, suspended habeas corpus, and midnight kidnappings. The defiant assertions of the Black Civil Rights Movement can instruct us all, if we will listen.
In The Afterlife of Malcolm X, timed to coincide with Malcolm X’s 100th birthday, former Newsweek, NBC, and CNN Editor Mark Whitaker traces the slain leader’s lasting imprint on popular and political culture – and his tremendous influence on generations of Black men, in particular. Unlike a standard biography, Whitaker begins with Malcolm’s assassination, then explores investigations into the murder conspiracy, the trial of three members of the Nation of Islam, and subsequent re-investigations and appeals. He goes on to document the impact of Malcolm X’s muscular racial pride on a host of Black talent.
It would be easy for a less accomplished writer than Whitaker to get lost in a sea of Malcolm esoterica, not to mention the lives and accomplishments of his disparate disciples. But Whitaker’s book is tightly organized and even-handed. He skillfully takes us down one road of 20th century Black history after another, then deftly returns us to the original storyline.
When Malcolm was shot down at the Audubon Ballroom in Harlem in 1965, actor and civil rights activist Ossie Davis eulogized his virile influence saying, “Malcolm was our manhood, our living, Black manhood. . . . This was his meaning to his people.” At a time when White America was just beginning to move in sync with a more conciliatory, non-violent brand of activism, Malcolm defiantly declared such approaches to be capitulation, doing so with the fervor of a colonial-era patriot.
A recurring theme throughout the book is Malcolm’s ability to invigorate a beaten down population with zealous confidence in Black equality and an unrepentant disdain for White hypocrisies. For anti-Trumpers impatient with peaceful marches and congressional protestations of dismay, reading Malcolm’s words today offers a refreshing jolt of adrenaline, a brawny refusal to acquiesce in autocracy.