We’d be remiss if we didn’t honor the legend. He’s meant so much to Sundjata and I, and in many ways he’s been a father figure. He might be the most important Black man of the last 60 years (no disrespect to King and Obama). He’s certainly one of the most misunderstood and underappreciated, particularly with respect to the Civil Rights movement. But if you read James Cone’s book, Martin and Malcolm, and America: Dream or a Nightmare, or even William Sale’s more digestable work, From Civil Rights to Black Liberation, what you will quickly find is that Malcolm X had both the U.S. government and the White power structure in a frenzy. They were literally scared of and genuinely concerned about Malcolm X, with his plans to bring the U.S. up on charges at the U.N. convention, and with his ability to mobilize tens of thousands of the very people who were most likely to wage an all out revolt. It is no exaggeration when I write that indirectly, I owe everything I’ve dreamed of and accomplished to Minister Malcolm, whom I’m far too young to have ever physically met.