As long as people are nulled by capitalism and luxury items, no.
Always about getting "the bag" over standing on principles in this superficial society we live in.
the great thing about malcolm is dude took no money, nowadays these grifters only see $$ signs
(The car was the Nation’s, not mine. I had nothing that was mine but my clothes, wrist watch, and suitcase. As in the case of all of the Nation’s ministers, my living expenses were paid and I had some pocket money)” (229).
Throughout his time as a minister, Malcolm X ensured that any money he made went to the NOI, who in turn paid for what he and his family needed. In the epilogue of his autobiography, which is written from Alex Haley’s point of view, Haley recalls Malcom’s reaction to the idea of an autobiography: “Malcolm X gave me a startled look when I asked him if he would tell his life story for publication. It was one of the few times I have ever seen him uncertain. ‘I will have to give a book a lot of thought,’ he finally said. Two days later, he telephoned me to meet him again at the Black Muslim restaurant. He said, ‘I’ll agree. I think my life story may help people to appreciate how Mr. Muhammed salvages black people. But I don’t want my motives for this misinterpreted by anybody - the Nation of Islam must get every penny that might come to me” (393).
Years later, following his falling out with Elijah Muhammed and his ousting from the Nation of Islam, Malcolm’s lack of personal income became a challenge. Alex Haley’s epilogue states that “A court had made it clear that Malcolm X and his family would have to vacate the Elmhurst house for its return to the adjudged legal owners, Elijah Muhammed’s Nation of Islam. And other immediate problems which Malcolm X faced included finances. Among his other expenses, a wife and four daughters had to be supported, along with at least one full-time OAAU [Organization of Afro-American Unity] official. Upon his return from Africa, our agent for the book had delivered to me for Malcolm X a check for a sizable sum; soon afterward Malcolm X told me, laughing wryly, ‘It’s
evaporated. I don’t know where!’” (427).
