The Nation of Islam and the Anti-Defamation League — Now Is the Time to Mend Fences

By the time I turned 15 or 16 I became an entrepreneur. I sold marijuana on that hot corner. I was always told to “stay off that f*cking corner” so I kept an eye out for not only the police but also for my dad. The only people who would take time to speak to us were the shiny men in bow ties were members of the Nation of Islam. Yes, I like most black Americans, grew up with guys pushing Muhammad Speaks newspapers and selling bean pies. These men were the only good inspiration that I, and many of the guys in the hood life, could relate to. I can guarantee that many of us are alive because of their inspiration.

A day I will never forget started with me putting on my alligator shoes and expensive silk and wool pants getting ready to hear the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan talk about black empowerment and self-love. This had a profound effect on me that continues to this day.

I always loved and respected the Nation’s men in suits led by this powerful man. I remember going to Madison Square Garden with Rick Rubin (who wanted to tag along) and watching the Minister threaten the world after, if my memory serves me correctly, at least three Rainbow Coalition (led by Rev. Jesse Jackson) offices had been bombed or defaced.

From: The Nation of Islam and the Anti-Defamation League — Now Is the Time to Mend Fences