Oh, Elijah Muhammad, you told us America, the great nation of descendants of slave makers and so-called Negro slaves, i.e., Africans caught in the American slave system (Ed Howard term), would fall to her knees for her crimes against the righteous. You said her dollar would be used as toilet paper and no one would trade in her gold, silver and souls of men. You said her women would become the filth that filth produced. You said abortion was her death plan for the black nation. You said the serpent who deceived the world would one day be plagued with fires, drought, earthquakes, famine and all manner of diseases. You said she would be attacked by her enemies within, a house divided as she has divided the world.
Oh, Elijah, that dreadful day has arrived when sport and play is no more; nightclubs, bars, restaurants and many stores boarded; social and religious meetings, even funerals, alas, hospital visits not allowed; hugs and handshakes no more. The new Babylon is on the way of Greece, Rome, England, USSR, Egypt and other empires that are no more. Woe to America, you cannot be saved until you do justice to your former slaves and the native people you gave the gift of genocide.
--Marvin X/El Muhajir
4/3/20
