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Kamasi Washington
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Malcolm's Theme
Here in this final hour We come to bid farewell To one of our brightest hopes Extinguished now and gone.
[Harlem]has memory of a champion More brave and gallant than he Who lies before us unconquered still Honor Pride and Love
Afro-American was Malcolm A master of words was he To [We]we grew so long ago 'Negro' no more [it's through ]
I say again Afro-American As he would want me to To those who tell us To flee his memory We smile and say to you:
Tenor Saxophone Solo--Kamasi Washington
I say again Afro-American As he would want me to To those who tell us To flee his memory We smile and say to you:
Have you ever talked to Brother Malcolm Or had him smile at you Did you ever really miss him If so you'd know it's true
Malcolm was our manhood Our living Black manhood For this we honor him And so we honor the best in ourselves The gift he gave us all
We leave you now with words from El Hajj Malik El Shabazz:
. . .before I get involved in anything nowadays, I have to straighten out my own position, and, which is clear. I am not a racist in any form whatsoever. I don't believe in any form of racism. I don't believe in any form of discrimination or segregation. I believe in Islam. I am a Muslim. And there's nothing wrong with being a Muslim, nothing wrong with the religion of Islam. It just teaches us to believe in Allah as the God. And those of you who are Christians probably believe in the same God, because I think you believe in the God who created the universe. And that's the One we believe in, the one who created the universe, the only difference being you call Him God and I--we call Him Allah. The Jews call him Jehovah. If you could understand Hebrew, you'd probably call him Jehovah too. If you could understand Arabic, you'd probably call him Allah. But since the white man, your 'friend,' took your language away from you during slavery, the only language you know is his language. You know, your friend's language. So you call Him, you call for the same God he calls for. When he's putting a rope around your neck, you call for God and he calls for God. . . . But the real religion of Islam doesn't teach anyone to judge another human being by the color of his skin. The yardstick that is used by the Muslim to measure another man is not the man's color but the man's deeds, the man's conscious behavior, the man's intentions. And when you use that as a standard of measurement or judgment, you never go wrong.
Know more a man by the seed Which will come forth again We'll know him as a prince Our own black shining prince who died Because he loved us so.
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