Malcolm X Creative Writing

In the essay Learning to Read, Malcolm X details the process in which he learned to read and the tremendous effects it had on his perspective of the race issues in America. During his stay in prison, Malcolm X was given the opportunity to spend timeless hours learning as much as he could about reading and the English language. Furthermore, Malcolm X was fortunate enough to stay at a prison that had an extensive library. As a result, Malcolm X was able to discover and learn more about his own culture. Malcolm X learned that the African American culture is unfortunately cast in the shadows of the white population and neglected in textbooks as well as history. Not only does he believe the white population suppresses African Americans, but he believes

In Malcolm X's Article, "Learning to Read", he explains how he was self-instructed and how literacy affected his life starting with his time in prison and ending with his part in the civils rights movement. Malcolm X learned to read in prison because of all the time he had, if it were not for this he would probably continue using slang, and not be able to read or write. When entering prison Malcolm had education up to 8th grade, which he says would be hard to believe hearing how advanced he is now, but this did not stop him from copying the whole dictionary and learning every word possible. All this learning truly changed Malcolm's life, he was now able to read and could understand everything that he could not before. Malcolm began reading

In Malcolm X’s, “Learning to Read”, he explains how being in prison helped him feel free for the first time in his life. As a child, Malcolm X was completely inarticulate and illiterate. He was charged for robbery in 1946 and was sent to Norfolk County Prison where he taught himself how to read and write. He studied everyday and practiced everyday. Every night, he would stay up until three or four A.M, after “lights out, ” reading. After learning to read, he began to read different history books. The ones that really interested him were about how there was really no “black-man” history and how blacks were basically deleted from history. Everyday, Malcolm X would write letters to Elijah Muhammad about the studies and his readings. Eventually,

The article, " Malcolm X Learning to Read" was about a Black American, Malcolm X, that was sent to prison after getting involved in a robbery. He was not able to read nor write; he could not understand simple English. Malcolm X was imprisoned at Charlestown Prison where he tried to read a book but he could not understand any of the complex words. A motivation Malcolm X had was the envy of an inmate, Bimbi. He had remarkable knowledge that Malcolm X did not have; Bimbi would be in charge of any conversation he was presented in, and Malcolm would try to emulate him but failed. He had to go to the Norfolk Prison Colony where there he wanted to teach himself to read and write better. He found a dictionary in the library and started to read, but

I stop, remembering my mother warning me not to get in the car with strangers who offer you candy... She never said anything about getting in the car with cute guys who offer you coffee. Reluctantly, I follow him to his black charger and direct him to my house.

Malcolm X was a well-known figure in the civil rights movement of the 1960’s. In “Learning to Read”, Malcolm X tells a personal journey of how he became interested in reading and speaks about his individual enlightenment. In this essay, Malcolm X uses his experiences to influence his audience, he seizes the opportune time to bring light to an important issue, and a stern tone to reinforce the importance that learning to read had on his life.

Malcolm X tells us in “Learning to Read” how he felt that he “wasn’t even functional” when it came to writing. He felt that he had always been seen on the street as an articulate person when he spoke. He desired to learn to read and write better so that he could express himself in letters that he wrote.

Following a light lunch of Chinese hot and sour soup and more electrolyte infused water, I lie down to take a nap. I listen as Doris recounts to Malcolm what took place on our adventure – it’s a mixed bag of the good, the bad and the miraculous.

“If you wouldn’t mind. He has never brought me to his house and I need to talk to him.”

As he came into sight, Noelle's fingers tightened on her father's shoulder and she leaned forward, peering as if that might cut the yards between them to mere feet that she might better see his face. Misinterpreting her gesture, Noelle's father, King Louis, reached up and patted the top of her hand reassuringly. "Still yourself, Noelle. There are many guards between us and him and he poses danger only by his existence and his symbolism, not by sword and lance." Her father's fingers were fat with indulgence, flesh bulging around the many rings he wore, and if the fashion at court ran to thick beards it was only because Louis wore one to hide his chins. The South was so rich compared to the stark yet beautiful North and its prosperity gave rise to many vices such as the gluttony of her father and the feeling of decadence in the Court that had in part fostered the revolt. Hard men, lean fighting men who daily pitted themselves

“What is it, Bree,” Pairs asked me as she just finished bucking in her seatbelt.

Tipton’s house was a small, two-bedroom abode with a brown gable roof. Two windows with lavender shutters were strategically placed equidistance from the central bright red door. In fact, the door itself gave impression of Mr. Tipton’s passion. Painted in the same lavender as the windowpanes, zinnias with green stems and leaves bordered the bottom of the door.

Drake walks up to the front and starts to talk to the driver. I give him the nod and the action begins.

Malcolm’s house is dark. I knock at the front door. When he opens it, I ask, “Do you want company?”

"I said go!" He yelled at me. His eyes deepened in colour. I took it by surprise and then quickly got into the car. I tried not to look at him but couldn't help a few glances. His eyes were on me like a hawk hunting their prey. I turned on the car and began to drive away from him.