A Brief Autobiography of Malcolm X

Hello, my name is Malcolm Little, but you might know me as Malcolm X. I was born in Omaha, Nebraska on the 19th of May in 1925. I am the forth of eight children in the family. My family moved to Michigan when it was before my 4th birthday. I grew up in Langsing, Michigan. My father’s name is Elder, and my mother’s name is Louise. I am famous for trying to make the black and the brown equal with the white.

My father died while I was six. He got run over on the street by a streetcar. My mother began to be mentally ill. They had to put her into a mental hospital. My brothers and sisters were separated because we had no father or mother to take care of us. That happed when I was in the middle school. I moved to Boston with my half sister and became one of the night life people, and later I went to New York.

After a few years, while selling drugs, I made my own armed burglary. During one of the armed robbery, the police came and arrested me. I was sentenced to jail for seven years, where I took reading books and writing to my family members as my past time. My brother, Reginald, wrote to me about the Nation of Islam. When I got out, I joined them. After that, I went through a transformation. Then I knew the black and the brown were treated wrongly.

I made speeches about the white men not letting the black and the brown do things. We should be able to do what we want to do. I believe everyone is a human being no matter what the skin color. We are all equal.

I also believe the white man wants the black man to be unclean, ignorant, and immortal. God gave us rights, human rights are the rights that should be recognized by all nations of this earth.
My father taught me that. He was a supporter of black nationalist. The Black Legion, or as might you know, the Ku Klux Klan went to my house when I was little and they shot their riffles and shot guns demanding my father to come out.

I remember, on a cold day in February, I was making a speech, I heard a gunshot and then I died. I lay on the floor dead.

By Sheng Li, 2/19/2005