Blood Sweat & Tears: The Nation of Islam and Me

By Lance Shabazz

Lance Shabazz life was the Nation of Islam. This book journey’s over fifty personal years traveling thousands of miles and many dozens of interviews culminating my
Decision to walk away from it all. I realized my beliefs and principles gained as a follower of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad is rejected, altered, modified and the last trick our messenger warned us all to stay away from what today’s so-called followers accept. Lip profession counts for naught unless carried into practice. I therefore share some of my history for the family and students of the Nation of Islam.

• Language: English
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• Release date: Feb 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781483425825

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Blood Sweat

& Tears:

The Nation of Islam and Me

LANCE SHABAZZ

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Contents

1.   Living in the Last Days

2.   Buying a Book

3.   Get Your Lies Together

4.   You Said a Bad Word

5.   It Ain’t Going to Work, Baby

6.   I Want to Do Everything for You

7.   Papa Was Too

8.   The Love You Save (Maybe Your Own)

9.   Have You Ever

10.   You’re In Too Deep

11.   Shame

12.   SYSLJFM: Save Yourself, Lance; Just Follow Muhammad

13.   The Only Way

14.   Spill the Beans

15.   A Woman Can Change a Man

16.   Men Are Getting Scarce

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This book is

dedicated to my father and those men and women who once accepted the teachings of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

Acknowledgement

I thank Almighty God Allah, first and foremost, without Allah, nothing is possible, but by his permission everything is possible. I thank Allah for his Messenger Elijah Muhammad, my leader and teacher, I thank Allah for my father, known as James the Barber, the one who cuts the hair, I thank Allah for all of my family. My Grandmother, Uncles, Aunts, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins,Sons and daughters. I thank Allah for my wife, and all of my in laws. I thank Allah for my Nation of Islam family, Minister Abdul Karriem Muhammad, Minister Humza Al Hafeez, Brothers, Omar, Majied, Shahid, Shariff, John Shabazz, Melchesideck, I thank Allah for Imam Siddeeq, Omar Shabazz, Aziz Munir, Abdul Rahman, Troy X, Joe Tex 2, John Ali, Silis Muhammad, Avis X.Smith, Autherine Teamer, Beverly Danields, Gladys Smith, Rakim Allah, William Brown, Lillian Walker, Lucious Beyah, Bilalah Hazziez, Cathy Middleton, Ricky Cooper, Chief Red Deer, DeAngelo Shabazz, Emanuel Omarr, Elish Najay, Ronald Haqq Stewart, Sharon Muhammad, Lee Leroy Hadley, Jesus Muhammad Ali, Jerry King, Kwantu Spears, Leon 19X, Minister Louis Omar, Billy 12X, Minister John Muhammad, Eddie Mustafa Muhammad, Michael 13X, Norman Thrasher, Rakim Allah, Abdur-Razzaq, Shahrazad Ali, C.R.O.E., Sharon X. Poole, U.K. Mohammed, Nurudeen Faiz,Wali Bahar, Yasmeen Muhammad, Captain Yusef Shah, Khalid Louis Ali, and Brother Bert 3X all of you and many others helped in my development and I thank Allah for you all.

Preface

Accept your own and be yourself was a message from the Honorable Elijah Muhammad to the black men and women in America. We were lovers of others and haters of ourselves. Our hatred of self blinded us to what was right. After receiving knowledge and wisdom, we looked to others for acceptance. We were once lost and were found, but we are lost again. This is Blood, Sweat, and Tears: The Nation of Islam and Me.

Lance Shabazz

This book contains information that I must release regardless of my own personal safety; the book is designed to heal wounds and bring some clarity to broken alliances. The book contains the truth, to the best of my knowledge. This journey travels many decades, and if it pleases Allah, it will conclude with true freedom.

So who am I?

I am just one who witnessed the rise and fall of the greatest black organization in the world. My family members donated real estate property to establish the Wyandanch, Long Island, New York, masjid. My uncle was a contractor in restoring the home once occupied by Malcolm X in preparation for the arrival of Louis Farrakhan.

My uncle employed black men and women to work in the restaurant and fruit stands, and as contractors, barbers, and cab drivers, among other things. I am just a boy who wanted to help men. I held many positions and strove to be a righteous Muslim.

This is my time to release and let go, and if you shared some of this history, all praises are due to Allah.

Chapter 1

Living in the Last Days

T he writing of this book, Blood, Sweat, and Tears , was a long time coming. I held inside of me some thirty books on this history, yet I never thought much of myself as a writer and often said, I will do it later. The time is right now more than ever to write this book. I personally felt guilty in 1975 after the passing of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, when his son Wallace D. Muhammad assumed the leadership position, and it appeared as if everyone accepted him without any protest.

I knew only of one grandson of the Messenger, Herbert Muhammad Jr., speaking out publicly against his uncle. He was dismissed by Louis Farrakhan and others, but history has validated him. I am taking this position today. I believe, as do many other sincere Muslims, that the Nation of Islam had the answers for the ills of all of our people. I dedicated my life and my family’s lives to the building of a nation.

I realize today that one of the lessons we were taught by the Honorable Elijah Muhammad is that truth is our best weapon. The Messenger told his followers never to deny the truth, and to speak the truth regardless of what it is. I always believed this, and I believe it more today than ever before.

My life is valuable to my family and me; however, if I cannot speak what I believe to be the truth without fear of consequences, then I don’t deserve this life.

The Nation of Islam is my life, and many of my thoughts and actions reflect my many years of training.

I want to begin this book in 1975. After learning of the passing of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, I knew my life would never be the same. I am strong with supporting documentation, because I believe that without documentation, we often rely on others to define our purpose aim and objectives. I followed the teachings of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad from the time I was a baby; I was registered in the Nation of Islam under the name Brother Lance 4X Walker prior to 1975.

I was born on a Tuesday, November 4, 1958, in Queens, New York. My parents’ birthplaces were Maysville, South Carolina, and Bedford, Virginia. On the fiftieth anniversary of my birth, America nominated its first black president, also on a Tuesday, November 4; this time in 2008.

I was born into a world where very few black men, black women, and black children received equality as human beings. The white race of people was viewed as the superior race, and the black man was considered a Negro. Many whites saw Negroes as servants in both professional and private practices.

I was born less than one hundred years after physical slavery was abolished in the US; the destruction of mental slavery was far more lasting. My parents pushed education on my brothers and me long before I heard James Brown say, without an education you might as well be dead. I educated myself with passion in the Lost-Found Nation of Islam in the West.

The number-one song on the Billboard Hot 100 the day I was born was It’s Only Make Believe by Conway Twitty. That song sums up the roads I traveled.

My father was born in Maysville, South Carolina. Ten years ago, I learned at our family reunion that Dr. Mary McLeod Bethune, the respected educator and champion for young women and advisor to five US presidents, was my relative.

I have also learned via family reunions that my mother’s maiden name is Drew and I have other relatives who are prominent. One is Dr. Charles Drew, the noted surgeon who gave the world the knowledge about blood plasma and blood storage. Also, his daughter Charlene Drew Jarvis is well known in the Washington, DC, area for her public service work. Colonel Alvin Drew is seen on television and in movie theatres worldwide as an astronaut. I am very proud to be one in the family of Walker, Drew, and Penn.

I grew up a very happy child and a child ready for whatever it took to advance my people. I was born with a strong determination never to accept the role of second-class citizenship.

I was proud of my blackness and loved my black parents. I knew our time had arrived. My father was a Muslim follower of Mr. Elijah Muhammad. My father and his brothers, my grandmother, and my aunt on Pop’s side saw Mr. Muhammad as the leader for blacks in America.

My mother’s family was also very spiritual as Christians. My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was Penn, and she became evangelist Dorothy Penn Drew. Her brother, my great-uncle, was Bishop Landon E. Penn, and many other family members preached Christianity.

I had a mixture of Islam and Christianity, and looking back, I wish I had taken more advantage of the opportunities. I am very strongly opinionated, and once I am set on a path, I am glued to it. I accepted the teachings of Mr. Muhammad as my father did, and I soaked in them and did not see his mission as a wake-up message.

I will admit I didn’t fully understand all of it, but I loved the fact that others feared us. I loved the fact that Mr. Muhammad taught boldly and taught retribution for our mistreatment. God himself heard our moaning and groaning. Mr. Muhammad taught us we were mentally deaf, dumb, and blind.

We suffered all sorts of domestic abuse at the hands of our oppressor, who told us what communities we could occupy. He told us what schools we could attend. We were told not to read the Bible; for three centuries he kept it under lock and key.

Mr. Muhammad’s teachings shaped my life, and his passing on Tuesday, February 25, 1975, is the basis for Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

I loved the Nation of Islam, and it was the Nation of Islam I was assured was my future. I could never have imagined that a time would come when the family would be broken apart and I would be separated from those brothers and sisters that I spent a great deal of time around while dining, praying, working, traveling, and training.

I read many times in the Bible the book of Malachi, as the Honorable Elijah Muhammad was styled as a man like Moses. The fifth verse of the fourth chapter reads, Behold, I will send you Elijah before that great and dreadful day of the Lord: And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.

I believed 100 percent that Mr. Elijah Muhammad was the man the Bible prophesied. He was not educated, so this world couldn’t take credit. Mr. Muhammad taught us that a man he met as W. D. Fard in 1931 taught him all he knew. Mr. Fard told Mr. Muhammad he was from the holy city of Mecca, in Arabia, and that he traveled in and out of America for the past twenty years. He told Mr. Elijah Muhammad he had studied forty-two years as preparation for his mission.

He taught Mr. Elijah Muhammad (first known as Elijah Poole, later as Elijah Karriem) that the white race was living in the last days. He taught him that they had been made, a people by a scientist named Yacub. Yacub was a God also. The book of John 1:18 says no one has ever seen God. No white man has seen the God Yacub, as it took 600 years of grafting of people to make a white race. Yacub lived about 150 years.

Moving forward, I served in the Nation of Islam before the passing of the Messenger. After leaving the son of the Messenger, Wallace D. Muhammad, I would join to work in restoring the Nation of Islam under Minister Louis Farrakhan’s directions.

I today am no longer affiliated with Minister Louis Farrakhan, and this book will give you my reasoning for dismissing myself from Minister Farrakhan’s Nation of Islam.

One thing I will point out now, and it is very important to me. Minister Farrakhan told us that the Honorable Elijah Muhammad is physically alive. I never accepted this. Had he told me this in 1979, I never would have walked with him.

Brother Emanuel Omarr, a good brother I met in Chicago, visited Griffin Funeral Home, and we spoke with the director, who is a third- or fourth-generation Griffin, and he gave us a report on that historical day. Mr. Ernest Griffin, the founder, is no longer among us, but his written report of the service for the Honorable Elijah Muhammad is as follows:

Death came to the leader of the Nation of Islam Tuesday, February 25, one day before what is known as Saviour’s Day, February 26, the day on which the leader would deliver his annual message.

On arrival, I was ushered up to the hospital’s intensive care section where several members of the immediate family received me. From my previous experience of removing the remains of the late Mrs. Clara Muhammad from the family residence, I was certain that members of the family would remain to witness the removal. I immediately called the funeral home and gave instructions for the all-level cot to be prepared with the best linen, with the slide-underbody lifter to effect the removal. I was then informed that arrangements for removal were being made by the use of a private elevator. When in readiness, my assistant arrived with the cot and we returned to Mr. Muhammad’s private room.

Mr. Muhammad’s private nurse of the Muslim faith and a head nurse of the hospital’s staff stood by ready to assist. The remains were then covered completely with white linen, and the wand of the slide-under body lifter was passed under the body to secure the nylon web straps, thus avoiding exposing the features or any portion of the remains. With extreme care the head of the subject was cradled in the bend of my elbow as we lifted the remains onto the cot that had been placed beside the bed.

Never before had I made a removal under the eyes of so many watchful hospital personnel. It was as though we were giving a demonstration of how to perform this phase skillfully. Doctors, nurses, technicians, security guards, all watched through the glass partition that separated the patient from the quarters housing the technical apparatus of the intensive care unit. My assistant, Maurice McIntosh, 23 years old, made certain we exercised our utmost professional know-how.

After placing the remains on the cot, they were covered with a second linen sheet. We fastened the sustaining belts and covered all with our green chenille cot cover, which bears in the name of Griffin Funeral Home in white letters. The eldest son, a Muslim security guard, and the head of the hospital security division escorted us to the waiting elevator.

Returning to the lower level of the hospital, the remains were placed in our station wagon. This vehicle is frequently used on residential removals rather than a funeral coach, which attracts greater attention.

In this instance it proved to be ideally suitable. We were informed that the family did not want it known at this time that death had come to Mr. Muhammad. The appearance of a funeral coach would have defeated their plan. On leaving the hospital, the eldest son rode in the attendant’s seat and directed the route we were to travel.

We were requested to drive to the residence of the deceased, circle the driveway, and pause briefly in front of the residence, which is a miniature palace of Moorish architectural design, and then to the funeral home.

Implicit instructions were then given that the remains were not to be prepared in any manner for a period of 24 hours from the official hour of pronouncement of death according to hospital records. We were further requested to await word from the family before beginning preparation. I requested permission to place a small amount of massage cream on the lips to prevent dehydration.

Beginning with the arrival at the funeral home, a double guard was stationed 24 hours around the clock outside the funeral home and around the parking lot adjacent to the funeral home building. On the following morning, before preparation was scheduled, a member of the immediate family was designated to make certain that Muslim customs had been adhered to.

On receiving official word, preparation was begun. The subject was of slight physical build, weighting about 150 pounds. On completion of the arterial preparation, a period of 24 hours elapsed before aspiration.

Up to that time, no further contact had been made with the family. Having been advised that word would come regarding further arrangements, we decided to accept no other service calls, and to refer any incoming calls for service to one of our associate establishments, rather than risk overtaxing our facilities. In the meantime we were besieged with phone calls from the press and the public, inquiring about plans for the formal services.

On the morning of the third day, a call was received again from the eldest son stating that he was ready to select the casket, and that he alone would represent the family in this phase of arrangements.

I must confess that I had an idea of the type of casket the family had in mind. Two years ago, when the casket was chosen for the late Mrs. Clara Muhammad, the sons had observed a solid seamless copper deposit silver-plated unit, and had asked about its features and quality. Fortunately, the Brenner Casket Company; again had such a unit on display. However, it was unlined. After a brief discussion and comparison of other units, a decision was reached and the solid seamless copper deposit unit was selected as being the most appropriate for Mr. Muhammad.

Next came the matter of deciding upon material for the lining, color, and style of the interior. Not until this hour was information given as to the family’s intentions concerning the date, place and hour for services. At this time we were informed that services were to take place within their temple in strict Muslim tradition at 11 a.m. the next day without a public visitation.

Consequently, an immediate decision was reached on the lining of the casket. The interior was totally custom-designed of the finest Milano velvet. Considering that the exterior was silver-plated, and that the predominant Muslim color is scarlet, it was decided that the full back panel, pillows and overlay and bed would be hand-tufted scarlet Milano velvet, with the inner panels and shrine of white Milano velvet. Thus the combined scarlet and white velvet made a handsome contrast against the silver-plated casket.

A Wilbert Triune vault was selected, the color score being gold and white highlighted with royal red. The customary nameplate of gold carried the name, Elijah Muhammad, 1897-1975. The Muslim insignia–a crescent centered with a star–also was of royal red color.

The casket was delivered to the funeral home late Thursday afternoon. Eight employees of the Brenner Casket Co. accompanied the delivery and assisted in placing the unit on our master bier because of its extreme weight. The weight of the casket was estimated to be 1,500 pounds.

Later that evening the eldest son arrived to prepare the remains for burial in keeping with Muslim customs, by first bathing the remains three times with bare hands from head to foot with soap and water. For this, we provided a germicidal and septic soap.

The son then again bathed the remains three times with bare hands form head to foot with a perfume selected personally.

A pure white linen breechcloth was placed on the remains, and then they were wrapped from head to foot with 16 yards of 54-inch-wide white linen, allowing enough material to expose the face yet making it possible to cover the features after viewing the remains.

Only members of the immediate family viewed the features. Other than that, the inner panels of the casket were closed except to a few other persons such as Mayor Daley, Judge Turner, Walter Turner, the public relations representative for the Nation of Islam, and official representatives of the Brenner Casket Co.

I am pleased to state that the members of the immediate family were most praiseworthy and genuinely pleased when they viewed Mr. Muhammad’s remains. The thought behind the fact that the casket was closed to the general public is that, in accordance with Muslim custom, no one outside the immediate family is permitted to look down on the features of the deceased leader.

On the following morning, the fourth day after death, the remains were escorted by a contingent of Muslim security guards and assigned representatives of the Chicago Police Department, bearing the ranks of first deputy superintendent, deputy chief, and lieutenants, to the official residence of the Muslim leader. The Coupe-de-Fleur containing the casket, with only eight floral pieces on the floral deck, stopped in the driveway in front of the main entrance for 10 minutes.

During this time members of the immediate family and household personnel joined the funeral procession, occupying 15 limousines. The procession then proceeded to the Muslim Temple, some 35 blocks away. At every major intersection along the route there were one or more police squad cars to assure that no vehicles would break into the procession.

On arrival at the Temple at the appointed time, 10:15 a.m., the procession was met by the Muslim elite guard, which immediately flanked the first limousine carrying their new leader and his sisters and brothers. The casket was taken up the steps into the Temple without delay on the shoulders of 10 bearers in a dignified manner, placed on the casket carriage, and moved into the chancel with the head to the east.

The huge main sanctuary, with a seating capacity of 2,000, by this time was filled with the exception of the area reserved for those persons arriving with the procession. At no time was there an outcry or a show of individual emotion. Fully the next 35 minutes were spent with the principal mourners filing into their reserved seats.

All of the women wore floor-length spotless white cape-type garments, with a bouquet-type cap bearing various rank and order identifications. With the exception of the principal mourners, all of the women occupied the main floor, with the men filling the balcony areas. To stand in the area of the chancel and look out into a sea of brown faces capped by white headdresses, above white habits, is truly an awe-inspiring sight.

Customarily, Muslim services are not held in their Temple. The ministers in charge opened the service which lasted only 25 minutes by giving a brief description of the ritual. The minister spoke first in English and then in Arabic, the ritual provided for audience participation. Trays of mint candy were passed among the mourners, symbolic of sweetening the grief of sorrow.

A life-sized bust picture of Mr. Muhammad was placed at the left of the chance. On conclusion of the religious ritual the total assembly in single file passed the altar, viewing the portrait, giving a personal salute, viewing the closed casket, bowing politely as they passed the family, then going rapidly and quietly and directly to their personal cars as directed. This consumed two hours.

Members of the family then followed the bearers, who again raised the casket to their shoulders and carried it out of the temple, placing it into the Coupe-de-Fleur. No flowers had been taken into the main sanctuary.

The police escorts, the honorary bearers, including a representative of President Ford, dignitaries from around the world, and state and city officials preceded the leader’s car, which was followed by the Coupe-de-Fleur bearing the remains, and by the line of family limousines. The cortege moved in the direction of Mount Glenwood Cemetery, some 17 miles away.

Again, throughout the total distance to the cemetery, at every major intersection and through the adjoining suburban area, traffic was controlled in cooperation with the Chicago Police Department. A Chicago Police Department helicopter hovered overhead, maintaining control with the escort units monitoring the flow of traffic to make certain that there was no interruption at any point.

There were about 2,500 cars in the cortege. According to police reports, it required approximately two and a half hours for the cortege to pass a given point.

On arrival at the grave site, because the location was on a sloping area and because of the extreme weight of the casket, estimated to be 1,500 pounds, the Wilbert Vault Co. provided a unit on which the casket was placed, known as a Hill Joy, this unit being a battery-powered mechanized dolly capable of carrying a tremendous weight to a grave.

When the casket was finally placed on the lowering device, a brief committal service was recited in Arabic. The remains were then lowered into the Triune vault. I then spoke to the assemblage over the public address system, expressing the gratitude of the family to all who attended and shared in the service of memory to a departed great leader, and then dismissing the huge throng.

On Monday three days later, Mrs. Griffin and I made a courtesy call on the new leader of the Nation of Islam, the fourth son the late Elijah Muhammad, at the official residence. We were warmly received, experiencing the customary personal search of all callers on entering the residence. We were then ushered into a small waiting room by a security guard.

Within a few minutes, the First Minister, as he is referred to, entered, accompanied by two aides. He extended a warm cordial greeting, saying, Speaking for the entire Nation of Islam, and my family, we were deeply impressed with the presentation of the Messenger’s remains and the dignity with which the services were conducted.

It was on this occasion that I first learned of the family’s wishes to have the remains disinterred as soon as arrangements could be made, and to have them placed within Muhammad’s Temple Number 2. Never having experienced such a request, I immediately checked state statutes and the city code. I then promptly completed the prescribed application for disinterment and disposition permits.

One week to the day of the interment in Mount Glenwood Cemetery, the remains were disinterred. Again a monumental task was performed the combined weight of the casket and the vault was approximately 3,900 pounds. This was a tremendous task because during the night before there had been a very heavy rainfall.

The vault, coated with heavy mud, was covered with a tarpaulin to conceal the identity. It was placed on a truck and returned to the Wilbert plant where it was washed, repainted, dried, placed back on the truck, and delivered to the Muslim Temple.

On arrival at the temple, the Hill Joy dolly was again employed to move the heavy vault and its highly valued contents into the narthex of the temple and partially down the nave to a point where the position of the seats created an impasse. It then became necessary to raise the vault with four hydraulic jacks and place it on a specially constructed steel-framed truck with 10- inch swivel wheels to continue down the nave, up past the main altar, and into an anteroom.

This room, with only a small window, was carpeted with a heavy deep royal red plush carpet with matching drapes trimmed with a deep hem of bright gold. It is in this room where the vault now rests to await further plans.

The official report on the passing of Messenger Elijah Muhammad mentions no wives of the Messenger. Why didn’t they come forward? Why was no wife’s name on the probate estate of the Messenger?

The greater question today is, did these wives of the Messenger remain abstinent from sexual activity? Why haven’t they written about or spoken openly about their husband? What about their husband’s financial responsibility? Did Wallace D. Muhammad continue to support these wives? These are legitimate concerns our community should address in a open forum. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad knew his health was failing for many years. He transferred properties to some of his family members.

Was the last Saviour’s Day address he gave, on February 26, 1974, which some labeled The Last Sermon, a farewell speech? The Honorable Elijah Muhammad was living in his last days, and he told us that just because God promised us the kingdom did not mean we should wait; we should get up and go to work.

I don’t recall for sure, but I do not recall any sisters or wives of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad seated on the rostrum at the last Saviour’s Day convention the Honorable Elijah Muhammad attended.

I don’t recall the previous year, 1973, as well. Upon Sister Clara Muhammad’s passing in August of 1972, the Chicago Defender reported the Messenger was set to marry his secretary Valora Najieb. This was a false report, but Minister Farrakhan kept Sister Tynetta and Sister Evelyn on the rostrum. Sister Valora Najieb, who many felt ran the headquarters for the Messenger during the final years prior to his departure, died a tragic death. She froze to death. She was living in a shelter.

This sister was educated in the University of Islam and a Muslim believer in Master Fard Muhammad and his messenger, Elijah Muhammad. May the peace and blessings of Allah be forever upon her.

Chapter 2

Buying a Book

Emanuel Muhammad is the eldest son of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad below court ruling on the estate of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Emanuel Muhammad in a letter dated June 3, 1982 to his brother.

Wallace D. Muhammad chastised him (You have let this sick obsession about our father