13/07/2024
Experience of a Young Man Selling Final Call Newspapers in Flint, Michigan
It all started when I was 20 years old, standing at the intersection of Pierson Road and Clio Road in Flint, Michigan. The first day I clutched a stack of Final Call newspapers, my heart pounded with anticipation and a touch of fear. The modest goal of selling 10 to 15 papers seemed daunting yet achievable.
Day after day, I woke up before dawn, my alarm clock piercing through the silence of the early morning. The first rays of sunlight found me on my knees, praying for guidance and strength. My suit and tie became my armor, a symbol of my commitment and discipline. Each morning, I stood at that busy intersection, rain or shine, snow or heat, handing out newspapers with a smile and a polite word.
In those early days, the weather tested my resolve. Rain soaked through my suit, snow numbed my fingers, and the blistering summer sun left me drenched in sweat. But through every season, I remembered the mind of God, rising above emotion, focusing on the mission at hand. The streets of Flint became my classroom, teaching me patience, perseverance, and the power of consistent effort.
I ventured into the projects alone, carrying stacks of newspapers under my arm. The people there were skeptical at first, but I knocked on every door, introduced myself, and left "Did You Know" flyers with a smile. Slowly, the community began to understand the message of the Nation of Islam, Muslims, and Islam. They started to see what we believe and want, not through words alone, but through my actions and dedication.
Selling 10 to 15 papers soon turned into 20, then 50, and eventually, over 800 in a week. The satisfaction of seeing the numbers rise was immense, but it was the connection with the people that mattered most. Each paper handed out was a seed planted, each conversation a chance to enlighten and uplift.
My days were filled with prayers, five times a day, grounding me and keeping me focused. Mondays were dedicated to FOI class, where we honed our skills and strengthened our brotherhood. Wednesdays and Fridays were for study groups, delving deeper into our faith and understanding. Sundays found me at the podium, opening up meetings, and even stepping into the secretary's role when needed.
Security duties for the MGT were a full-day commitment, not just an hour here or there. It was about ensuring the safety and well-being of our sisters, a responsibility I took to heart. Through every task, every challenge, and every triumph, I felt myself growing stronger, more resilient, and more connected to my community and my faith.
It wasn’t just one side of the city; I covered the east, west, north, and south, going door to door and standing on corners. I was determined to ensure everyone received the life-giving teachings of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad and the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan. This mission required sacrifices—time with family and friends became a rare luxury, and moments of solitude were scarce. But the sacrifice was worth it.
Going door to door opened up new opportunities. I was invited into homes across the city, regardless of race or gang affiliation. I sat down with people, talked, conversed, and was even invited to dinner and drinks. The connections I made were genuine, and the impact of our conversations was profound.
My growing influence didn’t go unnoticed. The FBI began to watch in wonder at this young man who could walk into any community, on any side of the city, and be welcomed. They couldn’t understand how I managed to bridge gaps and build trust across racial and social divides.
Working one to three jobs at a time was necessary to make ends meet, as the 30/70 cut on the papers wasn't always sufficient. The papers went for a dollar each, but some brothers and sisters would give me $10 or $20 per paper, while others offered water, coffee money, or just a dollar, insisting I keep the paper. However, there were also those who reacted negatively. Some ignorant Christians would drive by, shouting, "Rebuke you, Satan," as they passed.
Looking back, I realize it wasn't just about selling newspapers. It was about spreading a message of hope, truth, and understanding. It was about being a beacon of light in a world that often felt dark and uncertain. And through it all, I learned that with faith, determination, and the right mindset, we can rise above any challenge and make a lasting impact.