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The biggest lesson that I take from Brother MALCOLM SHABAZZ is that WE are all leaders ourselves. I have to stop looking for that person to appear and tell me right from wrong. My heart knows the truth already although I may choose not to follow it. My mind knows the difference between good and bad, but it is so much easier to just be lazy and irresponsible.

This is how I feel sometimes when I am at the bar getting pissy drunk or I accidentally take a hit of acid. I knew that I didn’t need that ‘last’ drink, but I consumed it anyhoo. I placed the responsibility of driving my drumken azz home to GOD and what the fuck does GOD need with an overpriced SUV? My point is that I like so many other people lack the strength of character and conviction in faith that Brother MALCOLM and Brother MARTIN possessed. We ask GOD and other people to be responsible for us, and we run away from personal accountibility.

There is a reason that these men were special and subsequently were summarily executed. They knew the truth and still believed that justice was the exclusive ownership of all the people. These men believed in people. These men believed in GOD.

In honor of Brother MALCOLM I will turn off my television today. I will let my stereo remain silent as well. For 24 hours I will not consume any alcohol or narcotic or sugar-laden confection. I won’t look out my window, wait for my doorbell or telephone to ring with a message from AL SHARPTON, KEVIN POWELL or PUFF DADDY. Brother MALCOLM has shown me that I alone must be responsible for myself. His gift to me is the knowledge that I can make a change all by myself.

May Heaven let this beloved man rest in peace.

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