Muslim Pioneers Remember The Early Years Of Islam

Article, photos & captions reprinted from the March 16, 1973 edition of Muhammad Speaks Newspaper

Muslim pioneers remember the early years of Islam

Story and Photos By Nathaniel 10X

CHICAGO-These are special men. Fearless and determined, they were born with the ability to withstand hard trials, to travel the rough road. They are the distance runners who strive to endure until the end. These are pioneers, the first believers, some of the early followers of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. May Allah’s richest blessings be upon them.

Many who expected instant heaven perished or fell by the way side. But those who understood, those who knew that they had begun a long journey, they persevered and held open the Temple doors for those who would come later. They knew that they would be taken into captivity, they knew that they would have to serve time in the dungeon of hell, but they also knew that better days would come, because Messenger Muhammad told them so. He prepared them well.

TIMES WERE NOT EASY in those days and Muslims were few, and they were not loved by Lost-Found nor white. “Many times when the landlord found out that you were Muslim, you had to get out.” Brother Frank X remembers. There were also many other trials and hardships. These were depression years, hostile years. There were many responsibilities, and many posts to command.

The men had to have many talents. Brother Edward Ali, served as Supreme Captain (of Illinois) at one time. He was also a teacher at the University of Islam. Brother Willie Muhammad was Temple Secretary, also investigator. Each brother held many posts, and they all labored hard to build this nation.

There was not always a place to teach Islam and when one was found it was not always comfortable, but these determined brothers and sisters never gave up.

“I remember one time when we didn’t have a place to teach, and Sister Ada Hazziez had a place they used for a livery stable – she opened this place up for us, and we went up the alley to her place to have a meeting.” said Brother Willie Muhammad.

Brother Edward Ali also remembers those difficult years and how Islam was spread. “Many of us taught on street corners, in parks, in alleys, on playgrounds, or wherever we found a group of Black people, we’d set up shop and take care of business.

“WE WERE TEACHING the same things then as the Messenger is teaching today…ISLAM! In other words he was familiarizing us with Almighty God and His Wisdom. Not only that, but he was trying to show us that God is a living being, not a spook or something that you can’t see. He was making us acquainted with a being, a human being as God (God in Person). That was the main topic of the day.

In those glorious, early years, the brothers and sisters were extremely close, their great unity was heralded far and wide.

“Unity in those days was very, very good, ” Brother Edward Ali states. “The brothers always visited one another’s homes, and every brother had a blackboard in his home. We discussed the knowledge, which had been taught to us. The Messenger said that we must study hard, our wisdom.

“But he also gave us the law, and we tried to live by that law.” Brother Ali continued. “According to the law of Islam, you want for your brother what you want for yourself. In other words if I have a loaf of bread, half of that loaf belongs to you.”

“If the Messenger came and found you working, the first thing he would say is, ‘Brother can I help you here?’ and he would unbutton his coat and jump in and help. That’s what I call wanting for your brother what you want for yourself – that’s what I call unity – you are helping! Two or three or four or five brothers can always do better than one. Well that’s what he was teaching!!!

“He would pull his coat off anytime and help you to do a job. He was always willing to do something for you, and he still is today,” Brother Ali said.

BROTHER WILLIE MUHAMMAD heard the Teaching in the late Autumn of 1933, in a church on the Westside of Chicago on the corner of Maypole and Damen. Later, after he became a good follower, he states he knew a rough road was ahead.

“I never had the idea that we had an easy job, I was not a great scholar of the Bible, but I did know that Moses was in the wilderness for 40 years,” he said comparing the history of Moses to Messenger Muhammad.

I WOULD LISTEN carefully to the Messenger, how he would speak of 40 years – then he would tell us how many ministers he needed to raise the dead – he said he needed one million ministers. All of this told me that this job would take some time,” said Brother Willie Muhammad.

“THE MESSENGER also said that our work was right here in America – that we didn’t have to go to Africa, that it was here in America – where we could do the most good.”

“I remember how the Messenger, under all circumstances, would persevere – and he’s the same today, only wiser, but he never varied his teaching.”

“I’ve see the Messenger suffering a severe attack of his sickness (asthma), then within the next hour, he was gone into the streets to carry on his work.

“Things like this always gave me courage to know that no matter what or how I felt – this work must go on.” Brother Muhammad added.

Brother Frank X’s recollections capture the jubilance and joy and happiness that Master Fard Muhammad showed when he was among the believers.

“He was always happy,” Bro. Frank said. He would come in bowing. He would say, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my uncle (so-called Negro). I promised Abraham that I’d come after you. I told Abraham I’d go and gather them myself, I won’t send anyone, I’ll go myself’.”

When Brother Frank first heard the teaching in early 1933, these were depression years and times were hard.

“I REMEMBER the first time I came, it was at the Odd Fellows Hall on 33rd and State. I had never seen so many people at one time. There was no room to sit, they were all along the wall and scattered out in the halls. The Messenger taught for about six hours that night. Some got up and went home and came back again, and he was still teaching. It was a big hall; more than 1,500 people were there,” Brother Frank said.

It was on a Wednesday in May of 1933 when Brother Edward Ali first heard the Teaching.

“HE (THE Messenger) had four brothers from Detroit. They had their fez on – what we call the universe. He was demonstrating the fez, he had one and the four brothers had one.

“The people wanted to know about the fez, why the fez was red. He told them why, why it was red – well that’s the fire..fire being red, naturally the fez was red.

“It sounded real good.” Brother Ali states.

“What impresses me most and makes me want to live a long, long time, is the progress that the Nation of Islam is making. We never had any restaurants to eat in in the early days. If you didn’t have a house of your own, we had to eat at some brother’s home.

“I never will forget, there was one sister (she’s dead now) Sister Pauline Bahar, she always would fix dinner for the Fruit (F.O.I.). She would always prepare something good for the men in Islam.”

There are many memories, many secrets, much hardship and much joy in the history of the early believers in Islam. There is still much, that, despite how long ago it happened is still highly controversial and delicate. The battle at 11th and State streets, the years of captivity, and much, much more that Muhammad Speaks will endeavor to bring to its readers in the future.

There are many brothers and sisters who were not mentioned, but we will be seeing them, and we will bring their words to you, our readers. But it is their story, these gallant men and courageous women who struggled and persevered, survived and brought about change in the Name of Allah and His True Divine Apostle the Hon. Elijah Muhammad.

Ah Lubs Dat Man!!!

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Black Bebies!

So, you know I’m quite the Black Historian.

Well, I’m also into film production.

And, if you combine the two

You Get

Oscar Micheaux

Brother Oscar was the first Blackman to produce a full-length feature film.

He was born in 1884 in Illinois.

Moved to Chicago when he was seventeen and worked several jobs including a Pullman Porter.

*Side note – As a Black historian, I’ve heard of the “Pullman Porters” on SEVERAL occasions. I just wrote about “Emperor Jones“, wherein the lead character goes off to be a Pullman Porter and what a joyous occasion it is. But I had no idea it was just a continuation of slavery. This pissed me off. I see it in New Orleans. One day I was in The French Quarter and I went in a bar to get some water and those full grown Black men were doing nothing but serving devils and looking at me crazy. I will be so glad to see the day when the Blackman figures out he can work for himself. He doesn’t have to be a servant any longer. Please Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA and get a clue.

But back to Brother Oscar…

Sometime in the beginning of the twentieth century, he moved to South Dakota and started homesteading. I’m a country girl at heart and one day would like to own my own farm. So, you know I’ve heard of homesteading but wasn’t completely sure of what it is. So, I YT’d it and basically, I think it’s just farming but on a smaller level. Like just for your own family as opposed to producing one or more types of crops to sell to make money (cash crops). You just produce what you need for your family. At least that’s what it is now.

Back then, it was this.
(This pissed me off too because they know they were supposed to give us our forty acres and mule upon emancipation but instead, they decide they’re going to give EVERYBODY the opportunity to own land and offer it for “low prices” which was still too much for the newly freed slaves. So we still end up with nothing! And have to suffer the humiliation of watching other people get the land that was designated for us! They STILL do that. Show me something that is Just For Black People! I’ll wait. Wasn’t NOBODY in this country slaves but Black People but we can’t get no type of retribution that’s just for us!!! See how they do us????!!!!!! I’m still waiting. Leave a comment. :/ )

So anyway, on a personal sidenote, one day I would like to own a farmhouse with a lake or creek or some type of body of water in the backyard or somewhere, with a yellow cow and some laying hens, a cat or two or three or four or more and an apiary. So I can have an endless supply of milk and honey and C.R.E.A.M.!!!!


(Shout out to Mister Mef with the jail-issued toothbrush LOL)
(I swear it seems like I watch this video at least once a month. I really love CREAM! 😉 )

BUT

Anyway, while Brother Oscar was homesteading he started writing. He self-published an autobiographical novel in 1913, entitled The Conquest, The Story of A Negro Pioneer which I think is gonna piss me off because he had an affair with a devil and he probably put it in the novel. He also wrote articles that were published in the Chicago Defender Newspaper.

In 1915, he moved to Sioux City, Iowa after a drought caused him to lose his land OR his wife ran off with his money and her father sold his land and kept the money while he was away. (I’ve heard both :/ )

In 1917 he established his own publishing company: The Western Book Supply Company and wrote two more books: 1915’s The Forged Note and 1917’s sequel to The ConquestThe Homesteader. He also wrote four more books (The Wind From Nowhere, The Case Of Mrs. Wingate, The Story of Dorothy Stanfield and The Masquerade) in the forties, shortly before his death. I can’t find any links for these last four. Sorry. I looked.

In 1918, Brother Oscar was approached by The Lincoln Motion Picture Company – an all-Black film production company – that was the first to produce films portraying Black people in non-stereotypical but rather, wholesome and morally upright roles – who wanted to produce a film version of his book, The Homesteader but they would not agree to Brother Oscar’s terms that he be allowed to direct the film nor the amount of money allocated to produce the film.

So Brother Oscar sold stock in his NEW company The Micheaux Film & Book Company and produced the film himself.

It premiered in Chicago, a hub of Black life in America at the time, in February 1919.

Our Brother Oscar Micheaux went on to produce over forty films. I happened to watch two of them (finally 😉 ) today on YouTube. I wasn’t sure I was going to like the first one because it was entitled, “Lying Lips” and I thought the morality and integrity of the players would be questionable. But I really dug it!

I was not expecting it to be so heavily based on music, so that was a very pleasant surprise.

I also enjoyed the romance. They did it in such a way that was so sweet and not embarrassing like movies today.

The only thing I disagreed with was that leading lady gave her husband all her money and was willing to let him determine what to do with it.

Her original intention was to just help him out (take care of him) but after he got back on his feet, she STILL gave him her money. Which is just plain stupid. She should have quit her job, homemade (you know I coin terms 😉 ), let him take care of her and lived happily ever after.

The second one I watched was equally modest but with an added twist that made me feel like I could have written the script.

It echoed the themes that I repeat, ad nauseum, in this blog.

Anti-feminism, male/female roles, and the actual fact that when we are born we are born one-half of a soul and our other half is out there somewhere. We just have to be PATIENT and KEEP CHASTE and wait for Allah to make him/her manifest.

Moses

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Aboriginal Black Bebies!!!

So, I came in the library yesterday and they recently re-opened The Black History Section and so they are featuring books by and about Black people and I happened upon this book about Sister Harriet.

But, I’m not big on biographies, so I looked first at the references and sources for the biography and learned that there was a woman who had actually interviewed our Dear Courageous Sister and compiled THREE biographies based on stories told her directly from the mouth of Sister Harriet.

So, you know I had to look for it online

And I just finished the first one.

It verified a lot of stories and quotes I had heard about but it was enlightening to hear the tales direct from Sister Harriet.

She was funny too.

She told the story of how she just happened to arrive on the day before her father was scheduled to go on trial for aiding a fugitive slave and in her words she, “saved dem de expense ob de trial” LOL

It was also fascinating to learn about her years working during the Civil War.

I didn’t know that much about that portion of her life.

It also put great emphasis on her unwavering love for Black People.

Which made me feel really special because my Grandfather nicknamed me
“Grandma Moses” when I was still a child.

And I think my love for Black People and Allah (God)
Is just as strong or stronger than Sister Harriet’s.

Al Hamdulillah!

She was still living when the book was written.

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(Yes, that’s $40,000.00.)
(The equivalent of $1,091,200.00 today)

The end was a little monotonous with the author going on and on about how wicked Southern devil women were compared to Northern devil women. :/

Now, I’ve read slave narratives wherein they verified that the slave missus was always harder on them than the slavemaster but that was the case whether the fugitive was from the North OR the South and to intimate that the Southern woman was any more wicked than their Sisters up North is preposterous.

She (the biographer) was just trying to make herself feel better.

We know that they are ALL DEVILS.

So, I basically skimmed through that part.

Now, I’m going to look for the Second one.

So, if you’ve finished Message To The Blackman in America….

http://docsouth.unc.edu/neh/bradford/bradford.html

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Donald Chump

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Beloved Brothers and Sisters in the wilderness of North America

I didn’t stay up last night waiting for the outcome. I found out through Facebook when I woke up this morning.

I’m glad Chump won.

I was hoping he would win to show and prove to my Black Brothers and Sisters how evil America is, has been and ALWAYS WILL BE!!!

Eight years of a Black president didn’t do nothing for us but make us more gullible to be deceived by the devil slavemasters.

We are still slaves looking to the slavemaster to provide us with a job, just like he brought us over here to do. Two terms of a Black President and we are still in the status of freed slaves.

We still go to them for the necessities of life. Eight years of having a Black president and we still are dependent on the devil slavemaster to feed us, supply us with clothing and housing and everything else we need.

A Black President didn’t do nothing for us but put us more soundly to sleep.

Chump is against Muslims because this war going on is between Christian America and Islam. That’s why he won. America thinks he will put up a better fight than a female. And he will but they will lose regardless.

In sha Allah, Chump’s winning the presidency of the United Snakes of America will wake up the so-called Negroes to the Truth that their only hope of salvation is in Allah and Islam.

Fly To Allah And Follow The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him)

Read Message To The Blackman In America

Thank-you for reading.

❤ ❤ ❤

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Bismillah

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Bebies!!!

K12.com is a homeschooling website that gives you the benefit of a quality education for your child away from the distractions and detriments that come with public school.

You can educate your child under your own careful supervision with the same curriculum but at your own pace and on your own schedule.

Take your child out of the devils’ school and away from the devils who only invite them to indecency and filth.

And by all means supplement their curriculum with our own Black History!!!

Ask them if they still give out computers!!!

Live!!!

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

As-Salaam-Alaikum

Well, it looks like New Orleans is not going to happen, at least not yet anyway. I couldn’t get the venue I wanted.

I’m trying to set up something for Saviour’s Day in L.A. I’ll keep you posted.

HomemakingfortheBlackwoman.com LIVE!!!

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

 

UPDATE

As-Salaam-Alaikum Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers!

I’m working on securing a location for Saviour’s Day, February 26, in New Orleans.

I will keep you posted.

Some Brothers have expressed an interest in attending. What do you think???

Should we??? 😏😏😏

 

As-SalaamAlaikum!

I’ve decided to have just one, maybe two, Live programs. In New Orleans, after Mardi Gras and in L.A. this Summer. Sorry. Maybe Atlanta too. It depends, I’ve been trying to get there for a year, but Allah always sends me somewhere else. But I’ll keep you posted.

I Guess You Wonder Where I’ve Been……..

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

QUILL AND INK

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Sisters & Brothers!

Why am I in the hospital again???

Thankfully, they let me use the computer to check in. 🙂 Al Hamdullilah!

I feel great, just waiting for a ticket back to L.A.

Ramadan Mubarak!!!

May Allah Bless Us All With A Successful and Prosperous, Healthy RAMADAN.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

Your Sister,

~ LOVE ALLAH ~

HALLOWEEN 2015 IN NOLA

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers!

New Orleans is outta control. They call it Raw-lins’ And I can bear witness, it gets pretty Raw out here.

Anyway, I left work on Friday. I can’t remember what I did.

Saturday, I made a garment – completely hand sewn, with material donated by The Hyatt Regency, courtesy of a Violet table cloth I happened to pass by.

Look, they built that hotel on my land. Everything in it is mine. They are the ones trespassing.

Anyway. Thanks for the iron, too.

I didn’t go anywhere all day. I’ve been like that out here. I go out on weekdays, but the past few weekends, I’ve stayed “home” all day. Both days. I just don’t feel like going anywhere. But weekdays I’m gone all day. I don’t know why. I just go by what Allah (God) Tells me to do. That’s why they can’t catch me. Unless I let them.

I’ve been eating so good. Zawji is such a good provider. I call him Razzaq, which is Allah’s (God) Attribute of Provider.

St. Somebody or other had their Homecoming Dance at the hotel. And I got so regretful and penitent remembering how my Zawji had begged me to go to his Homecoming, but my parents were so strict you would have thought they were Muslims.

I couldn’t go nowhere in High School. Not Homecoming, night dances, Ultra Wave, parties. NATHAN! They reluctantly let me go to Prom. No fanfare. Now, I wish they hadn’t. :/

Anyway, why did some little fast ass girl let this little Brother bring her right next to the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT, AND THEY START JUKIN’!!!!!!!!! #nolaslang

You know me. I do not condone fornication under any circumstances. So, I started making ALL KINDA noise. So, they would know that they were not alone! Why did they keep going? :/

So, then I said something. TWICE!!! I forgot what I said now, but they KEPT GOING. Lil’ freaks.

So, then I was like, “Next time, make him get you a ROOM!

She must’ve felt cheap then, because they were gone in ten seconds.

Then later another couple came by – COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than the first. They sounded like me and Zawji. We were married at birth. The Holy Qur-an calls it two parts of the same soul. Nafis in Arabic.

Anyway, it was obvious he respected his wife because he said, “Hello? Hello?” to make sure no one was there. I didn’t say nothing and just let them make love. It was cool too because there was other noise in the hotel and I didn’t even know when they had finished. He sounded like he had some money in his pocket too, or some jewelry or something though.

I ended up crying thinking how different my life would have been…….. 😥  Ididn’tevenask……  😥 😥 😥

So, every now and again I come across a pair of shoes. They’re always in fairly good condition. But, I love my Chucks. So, I always pass on them. I don’t need more than one pair of shoes.

But there’s been a pair of black sneaks right outside the hotel for at least a week. They might have been there before I went to the hospital. Nobody has taken them. Zawji told me they were for me. And I thought a thousand people probably (wait, I did go somewhere on Saturday. That was the day the Pelicans played the Golden State Warriors. Zawji wanted to go up there, so we went. I found two umbrellas. Kept the best one and tried to sell the other one. But everybody was pissed because Cali came out on top. I should’ve played up the color RED. Everybody had on red last night. They lost anyway. But if you’re gonna lose, at least look good.

Black people look so good in red. Especially our children.

I couldn’t lose because I live in New Orleans, but I’m from California. 😛 I think I was a little bit happier because The WARRIORS WON tho’ AGAIN!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ #worldchamps 😀 😀 #CALIFORNIA ❤

Anyway, I met a Sister and ended up giving her the umbrella.

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If anybody knows a Black Dentist in New Orleans, please comment with his/her information. I prefer a female. Thanks!

So anyway, I thought 10,000 people probably passed those sneakers tonight, but ZAWJI KNOWS BEST.

So, no sooner had I put them down in the Hideout than I noticed something jump out. It was a tawny brown and, at first glance, I thought it was a cricket. I’m from L.A. and even those are rare, but it was the first association I had. But, when I looked closer, I saw it was a little frog! With huge black eyes.

I played with it for a minute, then it hopped somewhere close to my stuff and I thought, “I can’t have you hidin’ out somewhere in the hideout.” I didn’t know his name yet. Zawji told me later, it’s Hopper.

So, I ended up putting it in a container and now I have a pet frog. Let me see if I can find a picture on Google. Okay, I can’t find a picture and it’s just as well, because it died last night. I tried to feed it a fruit fly but I couldn’t get it to eat. I should’ve let him go as soon as I thought about it. 😥 RIP Hopper ❤ ❤ ❤

I hate to say it but I learned, while eavesdropping on a devils’ tour of Congo Square, that according to them, Congo Square is where the devils dropped off their slaves while they went cavorting in the French Quarter. :/

The slaves tell it like they went there voluntarily. :/

Two sides to every story.

I also hate to say it but I LOVE Jazz musician funerals. Probably because I’ve never known either of them personally. But the MUSIC!

I went to Uncle Smokey’s wake staying outside for the most part because Muslims can get in BIG Trouble for going to a Christian funeral or wedding or even eating and drinking with them.

We are not allowed to socialize with Christians at all. The Holy Qur-an warns us that they will not stop trying to revert us back to their dirty religion importunately and incessantly.

I was able to tell one of Branford’s Doppels to tell Wynton about How To Eat To Live and had a ball singing my heart out to a Brass Band. It was the first time really. I loved it.

I finally admitted this morning that the music of New Orleans is the Dixieland Jazz they play in cartoons all the time. I remember one about a flea circus. But it sounds so much better now! LOL

What do kids know? 😉

If I could convince one of these jazz bands to let me sing with them…. YA’LL JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!!! I would blow your mind! But I have to get approval from the King first. I was BORN to do this. Well, I enjoy it immensely. 😀

I was born to teach the good news to my Brothers and Sisters who have never heard it. And pray Allah opens their eyes, ears and hearts.

TO BE CONTINUED

THE ORIGIN OF HOMOSEXUALITY

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
In the Name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Most Merciful

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And (We sent) Lot, when he said to his people: Surely you are guilty of an abomination which none of the nations has done before you.
(HOLY QUR-AN 29:28)

Homosexuality originated with the people of Prophet Lut (Lot) – Sodom and Gomorrah.

They were completely destroyed for their wickedness.

The United States of America is far worse than the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah because they could only practice this evil. They did not have the scientific capabilities of turning a man into a “woman,” and vice versa that America has.

Is not America deserving of a fate worse than that which befell the people of Sodom and Gomorrah???

READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA.
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