They told you the cage was outside you. It never was.

Malcolm doesn't waste words. The spark in you is real — it's been asleep, not dead. The wall between you and them, between you and God, between you and yourself — that's the trick. Separation is the illusion. Only love is real. Everything else is a story they sold you to keep you on your knees.

But hear me: peace is not passivity. The work inside you IS the work outside you. By any means necessary — the ballot, the voice, the feet, the hands. Whatever it takes for a man to stand upright.

You didn't wander in here by accident. Sit down. Listen. Then get up.

They took his life, but they can't take away his ideas.