Pero Malcolm X hacía muy buenas analogías.

>Here you are way out in the middle of the ocean, you can't swim, and you're worried about someone that's in the bathtub, who can't swim.

>If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out that's not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven't even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound...

>You can’t get into a whiskey bottle without getting past a government seal. You can’t buy a deck of cards without getting past a government seal. Here the white man makes the whiskey then puts you in jail for getting drunk. He sells you the cards and the dice and puts you in jail when he catches you using them.

>I didn't have to go to court to be called Murphy or Jones or Smith. If a Chinese person called himself Patrick Murphy, you would think he was insane.
(Cuando un periodista le preguntó cuál era su apellido real)