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The Show Was Bad, But I Was Great

I've Got It! I've Got It! It'll Make Front-page Headlines Around The World. You Can Have Me Kidnapped, And Then A Couple Of Days Before The Fight I'll Show Up Again

What's Really Hurting Me, The Name Islam Is Involved, And Muslim Is Involved And Causing Trouble And Starting Hate And Violence. ... Islam Is Not A Killer Religion. ... Islam Means Peace, I Couldn't Just Sit Home And Watch People Label Muslims As The Reason For This Problem.

On My Twelfth Birthday, I Got A New Bicycle As A Present From My Folks, And I Rode It To A Fair That Was Being Held At The Columbia Gymnasium, And When I Come Out, My Bike Was Gone. I Was So Mad I Was Crying, And A Policeman, Joe Martin, Come Up And I Told Him I Was Going To Whip Whoever Took My Bike. He Said I Ought To Take Some Boxing Lessons To Learn How To Whip The Thief Better, And I Did. That's When I Started Fighting.

A Long Time Ago, I Took A Walk Down A Street In Harlem In New York City. I Came Upon A Man Who Asked Me For A Dollar. He Had Asked A Few Other People Before Me, But They Only Passed Him By Without Glancing His Way. I Stopped And Handed The Man Some Money. As I Began To Turn Away, He Reached Out And Shook My Hand. He Looked Me In The Eyes And Said, "i Will Bless You." Now, I'm Not Saying That Was God Himself. But How Do We Know That It Wasn't Someone Working For Him, Walking Around In Disguise, Just To See What We Would Do?