Harun Shabazz
Prologue
March 12, 1964 Dear Sadie, Sadie, I have given up all hope of ever seeing you again, of ever holding you in my arms, caressing you with...
Writings Reflecitng the Black Experience
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Shipwrecked
She was a wreck of a woman washed up on the shores of iniquity, Her sails ripped and torn apart by the wretched winds, Her hull laid open...
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The Horsemen
As the warriors’ thirst for blood and treasure grew, the sparks from the racing hooves of steeds threatened to set fire to the windswept...
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Black Men Should Have Died That Day
"I was there on a slave ship where the breathing and the dead were chained together." "Was it da slave ship Jesus?" Crow asked. "My grand...
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The Ancient Love Affair
April 26, 1964 My Beloved Sadie, For black men in America, there has never been a reason to lie to ourselves, to pretend what we have...
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Night Train
Like a ghost, I was hidden in the shadows that summer night in 1937—I could see her, and I could see them, but they could not see me. I...
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Negro in a Cage
I am nobody, nothing, Just a Negro in a cage, Cursed by the spell of despair. It is like a deadly cancer Tearing into the root, the...
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City of Carthage
The scorching sun was unbearable within the fortified walls surrounding the City of Carthage that day some two thousands years ago. I...
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Half of My Religion
I miss you. I miss you in every sense of the word in which a man can miss a woman— The sweet sound of your voice, The gentleness of your...