Malcolm Xdressed pretty good. They ate good, cause they ate his food, what he left.
They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near their
master, and they loved their master, more than their master loved
himself. They would give their life to save their masters house quicker
than their master would. The house negro, if the master said "we got a
good house here" the house negro say "yeah, we got a good house here".
Whenever the master would said we, he'd say we. That's how you can
tell a house negro. If the master's house caught on fire, the house negro
would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the
master got sick, the house negro would say "What's the matter, boss, we
sick?" We sick! He identified himself with his master, more than the
master identified with himself. And if you came to the house negro and
said "Let's run away, Let's escape, Let's separate" the house negro would
look at you and say "Man, you crazy. What you mean separate? Where
is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than
this? Where can I eat better food than this?" There was that house
negro. In those days, he was called a house nigger. And that's what we
call him today, because we still got some house niggers runnin around
here. This modern house negro loves his master. He wants to live near
him. He'll pay three times as much as the house is worth just to live near
his master, and then brag about "I'm the only negro out here. I'm the
only one on my job. I'm the only one in this school." "You're nothing but
a house negro. And if someone come to you right now and say "Let's
separate.", you say the same thing that the house negro said on the
plantation. "What you mean separate? From America? This good white
land? Where you gonna get a better job than you get here? I mean, this
is what you say! "I di-I ain't left nothing in Africa" That's what you say.
"Why, you left your mind in Africa". On that same plantation, there was
the field negro. The field negro, those were the masses. There was
always more negros in the field as there were negros in the house. There
negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house, they ate
high up on the hog. The negro in the field didn't get nothing but what
was left in the insides of the hog. They call them chit'lins nowaday. In
those days, they called them what they were, guts! That's what you
were, a guteater. And some of you are still guteaters. The field negro
was beaten, from morning til night. He lived in a shack, in a hut. He
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field negro prayed for a wind. For a breeze. When the master got sick, the field negro prayed that he died. If someone come to the field negro and said "Let's separate, let's run." He didn't say "Where we going?" he
said "Any place is better than here". We got field negros in America
today. I'm a field negro. The masses are the field negros. When they see
this mans house on fire, we don't hear these little negros talkin bout
"Our Government is in trouble. They say thee Government is in trouble."
Imagine a negro, "Our Government". I even heard one say "Our
astronauts." They won't even let him near the plant, and "Our
astronauts". "Our neighbors" That's a negro that's out of his mind. That's
a negro that's out of his mind! Just cause the slave master in that day,
used Tom, to keep the field negroes in check. The same ol slavemaster
today has negros who are nothing but modern Uncle Toms. 20th
century Uncle Toms to keep you and me in check. Keep us under
control. Keep us passive and peaceful. And nonviolent. That's Tom
making you nonviolent. It's like when you go to the dentist and the man
is going to take your tooth. You're going to fight him when he start
pulling. So they squirt some stuff in your jaw called novocane, to make
you think their not doing anything to you. So you sit there and because
you got all that novocane in your jaw, you suffer peacefully. Hahahaha.
There's nothing in our book, the Quran, as you call it, Koran, that
teaches us to suffer peacefully. Our religion teaches us to be intelligent.
Be peaceful. Be courteuos. Obey the law. Respect everyone. But if
someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery! That's a good
religion. In fact, that's that old-time religion. That's the one that ma and
pa used to talk about. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and a
head for a head and a life for a life. That's a good religion. And doesn't
anybody, no one resist that kind of religion being taught but a wolf who
intends to make you his meal. This is the way it is with the white man in
America. He's a wolf and you're his sheep. Anytime a shepherd, a pastor,
teach you and me not to run from the white man, and at the same time
teach us don't fight the white man, he's a traitor, to you and me. Don't
lay down our life all by itself, no, preserve your life. It's the best thing
you got. And if you got to give it up, let it be Even Steven.
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