Malcolm X, February 1965

i will die this month. how i do not know. still there is much work to be done. i am afraid not for myself but for betty and the girls. some nights i stay awake looking out the window, a gun in my hand. i know how cruel people can be. i have known hatred and blindness. there are brothers waiting to do me harm. i will die for them. i will love them as only i can. may allah be my witness.