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“I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I'm a human being, first and foremost, and as such I'm for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.”

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The Autobiography of Malcolm X

The Autobiography of Malcolm X is a first-person account of the life of Malcolm X, a prominent figure in the civil rights movement. The book covers his early life in rural Nebraska, his migration to New York City, his involvement with the Nation of Islam, and his subsequent evolution in his views on race and civil rights. The narrative is a candid look at his personal journey, his rise to prominence, and his eventual assassination. more

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Malcolm X
Malcolm X

Malcolm X was a prominent human rights activist, born on May 19, 1925, and died on February 21, 1965. He played a significant role in the civil rights movement, advocating for black self-liberation and rights. His ideas and actions have had a profound impact on future generations. more

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