The story of this latest passing struck a chord me for a couple of different reasons. Both of them somewhat personal. Neither in a good way. But of course it can never really be in a positive thing when someone leaves us far too soon.
The grandson of famed civil rights activist Malcolm X, Malcolm Shabazz passed away May 9th as a result of a violent crime in Mexico. He was 29-years-old.
The story is that Malcolm was down there visiting a friend of his, recently deported activist Miguel Suarez. They and several other people had gone to a bar in downtown Mexico City. They ended up running up a $1,200 tab. When they were confronted by the owner of the establishment, a fight ensued. Malcolm was taken behind the bar and beaten then ended up dying later in a hospital from his injuries.
The first reason this hits home with me is because those of you that know me may recall my line brother was also killed in Mexico. Back in 1997. Ever since that horrible news, I have had no inclination to ever visit Mexico. Ever. I don't care how people may talk up the resort areas or any part of that country. The manner in which he was murdered a la execution style left me with no doubt that Mexico was not the place for me. Or for any American. Sorry to sound stereotypical, but that's just how I feel having lost a brother there to senseless violence.
The second reason this was unpleasant to hear was because it involves one of the few male descendants of Malcolm X. He had no sons to carry on his legacy. This grandson was it as far as males go in the Shabazz family chain. And he was still young enough that he could have turned his life around to maybe gain a portion of the same type of respect his grandfather had earned. Given his lineage, there was always that hope. But not anymore.
Rest in peace, Malcolm.