I thought that his teachings on race (derived from the Nation of Islam), about blacks as the superior people and whites as mutant devils produced by the mad scientist Yacub, were preposterous. I admired Malcolm`s bravery and his determination to educate himself.
I admired and still admire the self-help ethic of the Nation of Islam, and the emphasis on cleanliness and self-discipline. Sometimes I bought copies of the newspaper Muhammad Speaks, simply to find out what was going on, or what the Muslims thought was going on.
But the “white devil” rhetoric made little sense to me. Nor was I completely impressed and convinced by the story of Malcolm`s conversion. “Malcolm,” I wanted to ask him, “do you mean to say that you had to go all the way to the Middle East and actually see some blond, blue-eyed Moslems before you would believe that some existed? I`ve met a few on my travels, I could have saved you the trip” (154).