The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley

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I made my remarks brief-but I made them strong: "How can you condemn Portugal and South
Africa while our black people in America are being bitten by dogs and beaten with clubs?" I said I
felt certain that the only reason black Africans-our black brothers-could be so silent about what
happened in America was that they had been misinformed by the American government's
propaganda agencies.


At the end of my talk, I heard "Yes! We support the Afro-American... morally, physically,
materially if necessary!"


In Ghana-or in all of black Africa-my highest single honor was an audience at the Castle with
Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkru-mah.


Before seeing him, I was searched most thoroughly. I respected the type of security the
Ghanaians erect around their leader. It gave me that much more respect for independent black
men. Then, as I entered Dr. Nkramah's long office, he came out from behind his desk at the far
end. Dr. Nkrumah wore ordinary dress, his hand was extended and a smile was on his sensitive
face. I pumped his hand. We sat on a couch and talked. I knew that he was particularly well-
informed on the Afro-American's plight, as for years he had lived and studied in America. We
discussed the unity of Africans and peoples of African descent. We agreed that Pan-Africanism
was the key also to the problems of those of African heritage. I could feel the warm, likeable and
very down-to-earth qualities of Dr. Nkrumah. My time with him was up all too soon. I promised
faithfully that when I returned to the United States, I would relay to Afro-Americans his personal
warm regards.
That afternoon, thirty-nine miles away in Winneba, I spoke at the Kwame Nkrumah Ideological
Institute-where two hundred students were being trained to carry forward Ghana's intellectual
revolution, and here again occurred one of those astounding demonstrations of the young
African's political fervor. After I had spoken, during the question-and-answer period, some young
Afro-American stood up, whom none there seemed to know. "I am an American Negro," he
announced himself. Vaguely, he defended the American white man. The African students booed
and harassed him. Then instantly when the meeting was over, they cornered this fellow with
verbal abuse, "Are you an agent of Rockefeller?".. ."Stop corrupting our children!" (The fellow
had turned out to be a local secondary school teacher, placed in the job by an American agency.).


. ."Come to this Institute for some orientation!" Temporarily, a teacher rescued the fellow-but then
the students rushed him and drove him away, shouting, "Stooge!".. ."C.I.A.".. ."American
agent!"


Chinese Ambassador and Mrs. Huang Hua gave a state dinner in my honor. The guests included
the Cuban and the Algerian ambassadors, and also it was here that I met Mrs. W. E. B. Du Bois.
After the excellent dinner, three films were shown. One, a color film, depicted the People's
Republic of China in celebration of its Fourteenth Anniversary. Prominently shown in this film was
the militant former North Carolina Afro-American Robert Williams, who has since taken refuge in
Cuba after his advocacy that the American black people should take up arms to defend and
protect themselves. The second film focused upon the Chinese people's support for the Afro-
American struggle. Chairman Mao Tse-tung was shown delivering his statement of that support,
and the film offered sickening moments of graphic white brutality-police and civilian-to Afro-
Americans who were demonstrating in various U.S. cities, seeking civil rights. And the final film
was a dramatic presentation of the Algerian Revolution.


The "Malcolm X Committee" rushed me from the Chinese Embassy dinner towhere a soiree in my
honor had already begun at the Press Club. It was my first sight of Ghanaians dancing the high-
life. A high and merry time was being had by everyone, and I was pressed to make a short
speech. I stressed again the need for unity between Africans and Afro-Americans. I cried out of
my heart, "Now, dance! Sing! But as you do-remember


Mandela, remember Sobokwe! Remember Lumumba in his grave! Remember South Africans

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