I watched “ONE NIGHT IN MIAMI” for the second time, tonight. I’ll return to it in the future, no doubt, as one drops in on an old friend to refresh all the thoughts and concerns that grow a friendship in the first place.

I had a personal experience, interaction if you would…with Malcolm X around 1959. I’d traveled down to that wonderful Harlem Institution, the African National Memorial Bookstore, with my best bud from night school. He happened to be a Black ex-Marine, and we both hoped to hear Malcolm X giving one of his street-corner education classes to the masses…after we finished our shopping list at the bookstore. He often worked that corner.

He did so that day. I heard a lot and learned a lot. By the time Daniel and I headed back home, I was convinced this was a man who continued to learn, to build upon knowledge he was still acquiring…and that he could and would broaden out his appeal to encompass activists of all colors. It was that clear to me that afternoon in Harlem. No wonder he was such a danger to the status quo.