All The Gods Are Dead Except The

If A Man Like Malcolm X Could Change And Repudiate Racism, If I Myself And Other Former Muslims Can Change, If Young Whites Can Change, Then There Is Hope For America.

History Could Pass For A Scarlet Text, Its Jot And Title Graven Red In Human Blood.

The White Youth Of Today Have Begun To React To The Fact That The American Way Of Life Is A Fossil Of History. What Do They Care If Their Old Baldheaded And Crew-cut Elders Don't Dig Their Caveman Mops? They Couldn't Care Less About The Old, Stiff-assed Honkies Who Don't Like Their New Dances: Frog, Monkey, Jerk, Swim, Watusi. All They Know Is That It Feels Good To Swing To Way-out Body-rhythms Instead Of Dragging Across The Dance Floor Like Zombies To The Dead Beat Of Mind-smothered Mickey Mouse Music.

The Twist Was A Guided Missile, Launched From The Ghetto Into The Very Heart Of Suburbia. The Twist Succeeded, As Politics, Religion, And Law Could Never Do, In Writing In The Heart And Soul What The Supreme Court Could Only Write On The Books.

All The Gods Are Dead Except The God Of War.