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A review by dizzyappealam
The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X
Did not finish book. Stopped at 0%.
Read first 200 pages then skimmed. Didn’t know he was Muslim or misogynistic. He absolutely hated integration.
“I've often thought that if Mr. Ostrowski had encouraged me to become a lawyer, I would today probably be among some city's professional black bourgeoisie, sipping cocktails and palming myself off as a community spokesman for and leader of the suffering black masses, while my primary concern would be to grab a few more crumbs from the groaning board of the two-faced whites with whom they're begging to "integrate."
“I've often thought that if Mr. Ostrowski had encouraged me to become a lawyer, I would today probably be among some city's professional black bourgeoisie, sipping cocktails and palming myself off as a community spokesman for and leader of the suffering black masses, while my primary concern would be to grab a few more crumbs from the groaning board of the two-faced whites with whom they're begging to "integrate."
All praise is due to Allah that I went to Boston when I did. If I hadn't, I'd probably still be a brainwashed black Christian.”
“In Harlem, years later, a friend of mine called "Sammy The Pimp" taught me something I wish had known then to look for in Laura's face. It was what Sammy declared was his infallible clue for determining the "unconscious, true
personality" of women. Considering all the women he had picked out of crowds and turned into prostitutes, Sammy qualified as an expert.
Anyway, he swore that if a woman, any woman, gets really carried away while dancing, what she truly is—at least potentially-will surface and show on her face.”
“I believed that a man should do
“I believed that a man should do
anything that he was slick enough, or bad and bold enough, to do and that a woman was nothing but another commodity.“
“"Woman who cries all the time is only because she knows she can get away with it," he had scribbled. I [interviewer] somehow raised the subject of women. Suddenly, between sips of coffee and further scribbling and doodling, he vented his criticisms and skepticisms of women. "You never can fully trust any woman," he said. "I've got the only one I ever met whom I would trust seventy-five percent. I've told her that," he said. "I've told her like I tell you I've seen too many men destroyed by their wives, or their women.“