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whole heart. After all, did they
not slay many of our Brothers and Sisters on September 11 th ?”
Elijah said gently. Then his voice grew stronger and seemed more like an Imam
than a militant. “But those Brothers and Sisters were there because the
Man oppressed them; wouldn’t let them have any other jobs—forced them to be the
janitors and servants ! Our little brothers had the courage to fight back
where we have just rolled over.” More heads nodded around the circle. “The
time for that is over.”
Elijah was
on a tear now. He was beginning to feel like it was the ‘60s all over again.
“My friends, we have been blessed by Allah to have another chance at
greatness. In my time, we were given an opportunity to free our Brothers and
Sisters. Sadly, we failed. I have held shame in my heart every day for
decades because of that missed opportunity. Now, we have been given another
chance…Allah is truly merciful. This time, we will not miss that
chance!” The old man’s passion was heartening to the others.
“But
Elijah, the Arab Brothers want to destroy America…I fear they are only
using us!” protested Samir. His New York accent became more acute the more
agitated he became. “Not all whites are evil…” he muttered insolently.
“Brother
Samir, be at peace,” said Elijah. He waved his hand as if to dismiss the
younger man’s concerns. “As I said, Allah is with us. You are afraid our new
friends want only to lay waste to our country—a country built on the backs of
slaves! Built on the backs and the blood and the sweat of our ancestors. If
this land belongs to anyone, it belongs to us! ” Someone clapped in
approval.
Elijah put
his hands together and looked pious. “You think they are using us —why
do not we use them ? They will be the instrument of our rise to
greatness. We will join them in tearing down the Establishment. We will let
them kill themselves and take the blame. When our new friends leave after the
Man falls, we will remodel this country to suit our People and let the White
Man and the White Woman be our servants! Then the infidels will take
the place that Allah has accorded to those who do not convert!” The rest of
the group cheered, clapped and praised Allah, drowning out the protests of
Samir and his fellow dissenter. Old Elijah settled himself in a chair.
“Samir…Raheeb…do
you not see, we are all in this together?”
Raheeb
slowly shook his head. “I see, Elijah, I see. But still I worry. What if
our Arab Brothers do not leave?”
“They do
not want to live here…” offered Malcolm’s Mountain with a voice deep as
thunder. “They want to die here. They want to punish the white man.
They like their deserts.”
“You will
be with us then…as agreed?” asked Malcolm. He spoke up again. His voice held
a dangerous edge. All questions were stifled. The time for doubt and
questions was over. He had planned for this moment for years. Ever since that
first meeting with Hakim. They had made great strides in recruiting other
radical elements to their cause. It was a great alliance, but a tenuous one.
Without ironclad unity in their own movement, Malcolm and Hakim couldn’t hope
to hold together the continent-wide agenda.
“As I said,
Malcolm, our Brothers and Sisters in New York are with you regardless of what
happens. That is not a question. I…” Raheeb faltered and placed a well
manicured hand on his own chest. “I alone had doubts. But when I see the
resolve of our esteemed Elder, Brother Elijah," he smiled at the old man,
who nodded graciously. "My spirit grows strong with the strength of
Allah.”
“Good.
Because the hour of action draws near, my Brothers. Our liberation is
waiting. My friend Hakim said that we would know when his people launched
their attack. The war will begin on the White Man’s government when the
streets became
not slay many of our Brothers and Sisters on September 11 th ?”
Elijah said gently. Then his voice grew stronger and seemed more like an Imam
than a militant. “But those Brothers and Sisters were there because the
Man oppressed them; wouldn’t let them have any other jobs—forced them to be the
janitors and servants ! Our little brothers had the courage to fight back
where we have just rolled over.” More heads nodded around the circle. “The
time for that is over.”
Elijah was
on a tear now. He was beginning to feel like it was the ‘60s all over again.
“My friends, we have been blessed by Allah to have another chance at
greatness. In my time, we were given an opportunity to free our Brothers and
Sisters. Sadly, we failed. I have held shame in my heart every day for
decades because of that missed opportunity. Now, we have been given another
chance…Allah is truly merciful. This time, we will not miss that
chance!” The old man’s passion was heartening to the others.
“But
Elijah, the Arab Brothers want to destroy America…I fear they are only
using us!” protested Samir. His New York accent became more acute the more
agitated he became. “Not all whites are evil…” he muttered insolently.
“Brother
Samir, be at peace,” said Elijah. He waved his hand as if to dismiss the
younger man’s concerns. “As I said, Allah is with us. You are afraid our new
friends want only to lay waste to our country—a country built on the backs of
slaves! Built on the backs and the blood and the sweat of our ancestors. If
this land belongs to anyone, it belongs to us! ” Someone clapped in
approval.
Elijah put
his hands together and looked pious. “You think they are using us —why
do not we use them ? They will be the instrument of our rise to
greatness. We will join them in tearing down the Establishment. We will let
them kill themselves and take the blame. When our new friends leave after the
Man falls, we will remodel this country to suit our People and let the White
Man and the White Woman be our servants! Then the infidels will take
the place that Allah has accorded to those who do not convert!” The rest of
the group cheered, clapped and praised Allah, drowning out the protests of
Samir and his fellow dissenter. Old Elijah settled himself in a chair.
“Samir…Raheeb…do
you not see, we are all in this together?”
Raheeb
slowly shook his head. “I see, Elijah, I see. But still I worry. What if
our Arab Brothers do not leave?”
“They do
not want to live here…” offered Malcolm’s Mountain with a voice deep as
thunder. “They want to die here. They want to punish the white man.
They like their deserts.”
“You will
be with us then…as agreed?” asked Malcolm. He spoke up again. His voice held
a dangerous edge. All questions were stifled. The time for doubt and
questions was over. He had planned for this moment for years. Ever since that
first meeting with Hakim. They had made great strides in recruiting other
radical elements to their cause. It was a great alliance, but a tenuous one.
Without ironclad unity in their own movement, Malcolm and Hakim couldn’t hope
to hold together the continent-wide agenda.
“As I said,
Malcolm, our Brothers and Sisters in New York are with you regardless of what
happens. That is not a question. I…” Raheeb faltered and placed a well
manicured hand on his own chest. “I alone had doubts. But when I see the
resolve of our esteemed Elder, Brother Elijah," he smiled at the old man,
who nodded graciously. "My spirit grows strong with the strength of
Allah.”
“Good.
Because the hour of action draws near, my Brothers. Our liberation is
waiting. My friend Hakim said that we would know when his people launched
their attack. The war will begin on the White Man’s government when the
streets became
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