Bruce Perry
MALCOLM: The Life of a Man Who Changed Black America
Station Hill (UK distributor, Element Books), #19.95 (pp 544)
RACISM is tenacious and adaptable, a clever disease. It is, always,
full of contagious ideas.
Recently there appeared in America yet another theory to describe that
nation's woes. An underclass has emerged among us, the experts said.
They fail at school and they fail at work. They are ''welfare
dependent'', squandering dole on drink and drugs.
They prefer things that way.
Sexually promiscuous, they breed without thought. For them, the
nuclear family is a memory. Single mothers produce lawless sons who,
lacking father figures, fill the prisons when they are not killing one
another. They are dangerous to themselves and dangerous to us.
And by the way, most of them are black.
The idea is less coherent than convenient. Sense might say that
communities do not long survive the ghetto, or that those who for
decades have been last and least in the jobs market are liable to think
little of the work ethic. In America, it seems, sense has ceased to
matter.
It is as though they need a new excuse. Once ''experts'' talked of a
sub-species. Once the caricature of the lazy, shambling black -- but
hey, the boy can dance! -- was common-
place.
Then came the genetic argument, rank with the stench of eugenics.
Now it is the underclass: the nigger has a new name.
In the sixties, briefly, that changed. Martin Luther King and Malcolm
X put white America on the defensive, forced it to look and forced it to
see. Both were eloquent, both were murdered.
Death, tranforming him into a legend, has been unkind to Malcolm, the
underclass personified. In turn, Spike Lee's long film, heavy on message
and light on accuracy, has rendered the legend as a marketing exercise.
It is hard now to say what the electrifying orator really stood for
beyond a teeshirt demanding change ''by any means necessary''.
To that extent, Bruce Perry's book, the fruit of 20 years' work, is
welcome. He has interviewed 420 people who knew Malcolm, including his
family, his friends, his fellow prisoners, and his Black Muslim
colleagues. Perry has combed newspapers and newsreels. He has studied
2000 pages of FBI reports, the files of the NYPD, the CIA and the State
Department. He does not write well, but his dedication is awesome.
He has two theses. One is that Malcolm's life has been mythologised
(not least by Malcolm himself); the second that his miserable childhood
explained his later radicalism. Perry almost pulls it off.
It has long been known that The Autobiography of Malcolm X should be
read with caution. Written ''with the assistance of'' Alex Haley, its
convictions are a deal more plausible than its facts. Perry sets out to
show that much of it was an exercise in self-dramatisation and
self-justification.
According to the autobiography, for example, a group of Ku Klux Klan
riders threatened the household of Earl Little one night when his wife
Louisa was pregnant with Malcolm. The episode appears in Lee's film, but
Perry says it never happened.
Similarly, according to Malcolm, the Reverend Earl, a follower of
Marcus Garvey, was murdered by whites. In later years he would contend
that members of the ''Black Legion'' had beaten his father unconscious
and laid him on trolley tracks before an oncoming car.
Perry shows that this was a theory absorbed from Louisa alone. She had
been unhappy with her husband but did not want to believe his death was
an accident. Before he died, however, Earl told police he had simply
missed his step and fallen beneath the trolley's wheels.
Perry also says that Malcolm's parents beat their children and that
Louisa was mentally unstable. The family suffered racism and poverty but
this did not explain all. Malcolm's career as a zoot-suited hood was
launched, so the author's witnesses suggest, by a dysfunctional family.
Psychology, the bane of biographers, permeates the book. As a child
Malcolm suffered headaches, which recurred while he was in jail. But the
prison doctor found that these ''responded to placebo treatment''.
Haemorr-
hoids and constipation also plagued him and Perry puts this down to
''harsh toilet-training''. Faced with a myth, the author reaches for the
mundane.
He finds significance in the fact that Malcolm was light-skinned and
teased for it as a child. As a young man, he consorted with white women.
Which means, evidently, that he became ''blacker than black'' after his
conversion to militant Islam because he was unsure of his identity. The
idea that he reached a political position by hard thinking is given less
credence.
Perry is less than eloquent. ''He [Malcolm] rebelled against civil
authority with a fervour stemming from earlier, unresolved battles
against parental and pedagogical authority,'' he says, meaning that the
boy got eight to 10 years hard for burglary and became prisoner 22843 in
Charlestown pen in 1946.
It was in prison, nevertheless, that Malcolm found a direction when he
was converted by the Black Muslims. He had studied other religions while
in jail and thought of becoming a lawyer. Instead, determined to change
his life, he became an activist and a preacher.
The Nation of Islam's teachings are nonsense, but no worse than those
in white bibles. Mecca was founded by blacks; an evil outcast genius
bred a ''devil-race'' -- whites -- to revenge himself on his people;
these colonised Europe. Eventually the first wave of them, the Jews,
were allowed 6000 years of hegemony by Allah.
By the twentieth century, a great change was on the way, or so said
Elijah Muhammad, the Nation's deeply implausible leader and the man to
whom Malcolm X (the consonant repudiating a slave name) became devoted.
The Nation gave Malcolm his power base. Like Marcus Garvey, it offered
separatist myths that restored black pride. Yet when Malcolm became more
popular than the disreputable Elijah Muhammad (and unhappy with the
Nation's racism) a split was inevitable.
A trip to Mecca convinced the protege that his mentor had, to say the
least, misled him.
''No man will be successful in opposing me,'' said the Nation's
leader. Malcolm's house was fire-bombed and he knew he did not have long
to live. On February 21, 1965, aged 39, he was gunned down by three men
while speaking at the Audubon Ballroom, between Broadway and St Nicholas
Avenue in New York. The identity of the killers is still disputed.
All of this Perry reports. Yet so intent is he on finding a
sociological rather than a political explanation for Malcolm X that we
are left with no clear idea of this most ''flexible'' (his own word) of
thinkers. A Muslim, he flirted with socialism. A revolutionary, he spoke
well at the end of the non-violent civil rights movement. He was, most
of all, a black voice of stunning clarity.
Nothing in Perry's writing has the force of the autobiography, which
concludes:
''I know that societies often have killed the people who have helped
to change those societies. And if I can die having brought any light,
having exposed any meaningful truth that will help to destroy the racist
cancer that is malignant in the body of America, then all the credit is
due to Allah. Only the mistakes have been mine.''
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