Every day, I was meeting the microphones, cameras, press reporters, and other commitments,
including the Muslims of my own Mosque Seven. I felt almost out of my mind.
Finally, the thing crystallized for me. As long as I did nothing, I felt it was the same as being
disloyal. I felt that as long as I sat down, I was not helping Mr. Muhammad-when somebody
needed to be standing up.
So one night I wrote to Mr. Muhammad about the poison being spread about him. He telephoned
me in New York. He said that when he saw me he would discuss it.
I desperately wanted to find some way-some kind of a bridge-over which I was certain the Nation
of Islam could be saved from self-destruction. I had faith in the Nation: we weren't some group of
Christian Negroes, jumping and shouting and full of sins.
I thought of one bridge that could be used if and when the shattering disclosure should become
public. Loyal Muslims could be taught that a man's accomplishments in his life outweigh his
personal, human weaknesses. Wallace Muhammad helped me to review the Quran and the Bible
for documentation. David's adultery with Bathsheba weighed less on history's scales, for
instance, than the positive fact of David's killing Goliath. Thinking of Lot, we think not of incest,
but of his saving the people from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Or, our image of Noah
isn't of his getting drunk-but of his building the ark and teaching people to save themselves from
the flood. We think of Moses leading the Hebrews from bondage, not of Moses' adultery with the
Ethiopian women. In all of the cases I reviewed, the positive outweighed the negative.
I began teaching in New York Mosque Seven that a man's accomplishments in his life outweighed
his personal, human weaknesses. I taught that a person's good deeds outweigh his bad deeds. I
never mentioned the previously familiar subjects of adultery and fornication, and I never
mentioned immoral evils.
By some miracle, the adultery talk which was so widespread in Chicago seemed to only leak a
little in Boston, Detroit, and New York. Apparently, it hadn't reached other mosques around the
country at all. In Chicago, increasing numbers of Muslims were leaving Mosque Two, I heard, and
many non-Muslims who had been sympathetic to the Nation were now outspokenly anti-Muslim.
In February 1963,I officiated at the University of Islam graduation exercises;when I introduced
various members of the Muhammad family, I could feel the cold chill toward them from the
Muslims in the audience.
Elijah Muhammad had me fly to Phoenix to see him in April, 1963.
We embraced, as always-and almost immediately he took me outside, where we began to walk
by his swimming pool.
He was The Messenger of Allah. When I was a foul, vicious convict, so evil that other convicts
had called me Satan, this man had rescued me. He was the man who had trained me, who had
treated me as if I were his own flesh and blood. He was the man who had given me wings-to go
places, to do things I otherwise never would have dreamed of. We walked, with me caught up in a
whirlwind of emotions.
"Well, son," Mr. Muhammad said, "what is on your mind?"
Plainly, frankly, pulling no punches, I told Mr. Muhammad what was being said. And without
waiting for any response from him, I said that with his son Wallace's help I had found in the Quran
and the Bible that which might be taught to Muslims-if it became necessary-as the fulfillment of
prophecy.
"Son, I'm not surprised," Elijah Muhammad said. "You always have had such a good