HOLLOWAY: Malcolm got too big. People call him a saint. That’s what the problem was. He got too big, and when you get that big ain’t nothing else you could do. They killed all the saints. Saint Peter. Saint Paul. They killed them all. When you get to be a saint there ain’t nothing else you can do but die. The people wouldn’t have it any other way.

MEMPHIS: You right about that. They killed Martin. If they did that to him you can imagine what they do to me or you. If they kill the sheep you know what they do to the wolf.

STERLING: That’s why they having the rally. They rallying for black power. Stop them from killing the sheep.

MEMPHIS: That’s what half the problem is . . .  these black power niggers. They got people confused. They don’t know what they doing themselves. These niggers talking about freedom, justice, and equality and don’t know what it mean. You born free. It’s up to you to maintain it. You born with dignity and everything else. These niggers talking about freedom, but what you gonna do with it? Freedom is heavy. You got to put your shoulder to freedom. Put your shoulder to it and hope your back hold up. And if you around here looking for justice, you got a long wait. Ain’t no justice. That’s why they got that statue of her and got her blindfolded. Common sense would tell you if anybody need to see she do. There ain’t no justice. Jesus Christ didn’t get justice. What makes you think you gonna get it? That’s just the nature of the world. These niggers talking about they want freedom, justice, and equality. Equal to what? Hell, I might be a better man than you. What I look like going around here talking about I want to be equal to you? I don’t know how these niggers think sometimes. Talking about black power with their hands and their pockets empty. You can’t do nothing without a gun. Not in this day and time. That’s the only kind of power the white man understand. They think they gonna talk their way up on it. In order to talk your way you got to have something under the table. These niggers don’t understand that. If I tell you to get out my yard and leave my apples alone, I can’t talk you out. You sit up in the tree and laugh at me. But if you know I might come out with a shotgun . . .  that be something different. You’d have to think twice about whether you wanted some apples.

These niggers around here talking about they black and beautiful. Sound like they trying to convince themselves. You got to think you ugly to run around shouting you beautiful. You don’t hear me say that. Hell, I know I look nice. Got good manners and everything.