The Nation of Islam is by all accounts the ideal ideological structure to shape Malcolm’s broken mind. They lecture a tiny bit of truth, yet he is ignorant of the harmful manipulative nature of his adolescence injury – utilizing his disdain towards the white man. Beyond any doubt he quit frolicking with ladies, quit doing medications and carrying on with the life of a criminal.
In any case, that tad bit of truth simply made it less demanding for Malcolm to hold his disdain and give himself to their lessons, particularly the lessons of partition that he intensely announced. It creates the impression that Malcolm is mistaking this instructing for what he really expected to go up against, his own particular partiality.
What number of us befuddle truth in light of quelled injury? Why do things appear to be so appealing to us and blend such enthusiastic dedication in spite of their conspicuous negative nature? The bogus treatment of yelling these purported truths that have controlled us are only a cry to recuperate our broken hearts or souls.
Malcolm is uninformed of this control until his own kin; The Nation of Islam, the concentration of his reality and commitment alienate him. At that point he understands the mistake of his reasoning.