[May 19th is Malcolm X’s birthday. Below is a portion of an article I wrote for the Washington Post in 1990. Malcolm’s widow, Betty Shabazz, died in 1997.]
When Betty Shabazz moved to New York City in the mid-1950s to attend nursing school, she was introduced to the Nation of Islam one Friday night by a hospital worker who had invited her to dinner. After the meal, the woman invited Shabazz to a lecture.
“I said, ‘Yeah, I’ll go.’ How could you not go? You just sat there and ate her good food,” says Shabazz, now public affairs director at Medgar Evers College in Brooklyn.
The minister of the Harlem mosque wasn’t there that night, and Shabazz wasn’t particularly eager to join this mysterious religious organization. “I said my parents would kill me if I did something like that.” But Shabazz did find the Muslims courteous and hospitable. She attended a second meeting.
It was then that she met the minister, Malcolm X. “He looked like he was hard-working and serious, yet he was young,” Shabazz says.
Later, at a Muslim social function, Malcolm X talked with Shabazz about her experiences as a student at Tuskegee Institute. Raised in Michigan, she couldn’t comprehend the hostility that she and other black students encountered from Alabama whites.
“My mother had always affirmed the good in me, and asked me to affirm the good in others,” she says. “So I thought all adults were like that.”
Without describing any specific incidents, Shabazz says, “I really had a lot of pent-up anxiety about my experience in the South. And Malcolm reassured me that it was understandable how I felt.”
After four or five conversations with the minister, Shabazz came to look upon him as a friend. “I was this sensitive young girl who had gone away to school and was feeling insecure, and he reaffirmed my goodness.”
In 1958, Malcolm X and Betty Shabazz, then known as Betty X, were married. They had six children in seven years, all daughters. She was pregnant with twins, in fact, when Malcolm X was murdered in front of her eyes.
This explains why Betty Shabazz, the widow of a martyr, didn’t feel she could throw herself into her husband’s political or spiritual roles. “I didn’t have any money. I had to support a family,” she says. She returned to school, earning her doctorate in higher education administration from the University of Massachusetts in 1975.
“Of course, there are those who would expect me to be more political than I am. There are those who would expect me to be more religious than I am.” (Asked about her current religious life, she refuses to answer, explaining, “I am basically a private person.”)
“But I have prioritized my life. Whatever it is I am today, I am what I need to be.”
What Shabazz is, by all appearances, is a confident, cordial career woman. And while being interviewed in Albany, N.Y., last weekend, where she was attending a convention, Shabazz had two other professional women – close friends from the Delta Sigma Theta sorority – in the hotel room with her.
“I have internalized the practicality of Malcolm’s message – that if you want something done,” she says, “you have to do it yourself.”
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