Trade Winds Magazine Volume 9
Why do we insist on Malcolm X
By Abu Hudhayfah Edwards
There is a strange inconsistency in how we speak about one of the most important Muslim figures in American history.
We honor Muhammad Ali by the name he chose after Islam. No one serious calls him Cassius Clay anymore. That name belongs to a chapter he closed.
We respect Kareem Abdul-Jabbar the same way. Lew Alcindor is history. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is identity.
But when it comes to Malik el-Shabazz, the world hesitates.
Instead, it clings to âMalcolm Xâ as if that is where his story ended.
It didnât.
A Man Who Refused to Stay the Same
Malcolm X was never meant to be frozen in time.
His life was a series of transformations, each one sharper than the last. From the streets of Boston and Harlem to the disciplined ranks of the Nation of Islam, he evolved quickly and publicly. But his most important transformation came after he walked away from everything that made him famous.
In 1964, he left the Nation of Islam.
That decision cost him influence, protection, and stability. But it gave him something far more valuable: the ability to search for truth without constraint.
That search led him to Makkah.
The Journey That Broke the Frame
What Malik el-Shabazz experienced during Hajj did not fit into the racial framework he had once preached.
He saw Muslims of every color, every background, every language, moving as one body. Men who, in America, would have been separated by law and custom were now praying shoulder to shoulder.
Blond-haired, blue-eyed men. Dark-skinned Africans. Arabs. Asians. Europeans.
No hierarchy. No segregation. No slogans needed.
Just Islam.
In his famous letter from Makkah, he described how this experience forced him to rethink everything. The rigid racial lines he once drew began to dissolve under the weight of what he witnessed.
This was not a public relations pivot.
It was a theological correction.
The Name He Chose at the End
After completing Hajj, he took on the name Malik El-Shabazz.
That name was not cosmetic. It marked the completion of a journey.
âXâ had represented the unknown, a placeholder for a lost identity. But now, he was no longer searching in the same way. He had found direction in orthodox Islam, rooted in the Qurâan and the Sunnah.
And with that came a name that reflected who he had become.
We understand this instinctively with others.
We do not insist on calling Muhammad Ali by the name he rejected. We do not drag Kareem Abdul-Jabbar back into a past he moved beyond.
So why do we do it here?
History vs. Accuracy
The answer is simple: branding.
âMalcolm Xâ is what the world was introduced to. It is the name printed in textbooks, documentaries, and headlines. It is the version of him that America learned to debate, criticize, and eventually, cautiously admire.
But branding is not the same as truth.
If a man lives, grows, corrects himself, and ultimately dies upon a name and a belief, then accuracy demands we recognize that final state.
To continue calling him Malcolm X without context is to lock him into a phase he himself outgrew.
What He Actually Represented
Malik el-Shabazzâs final message was not one of racial separation. It was one of clarity.
He did not abandon the struggle against injustice. He refined it.
He moved from a framework centered on race to one centered on accountability before Allaah. From anger alone to principle. From reaction to guidance.
That shift matters.
Because it shows that Islam did not erase his passion, it disciplined it.
It gave it direction.
A Matter of Respect
Names are not small things in Islam.
They carry meaning, intention, and identity.
To call someone by the name they chose after embracing Islam is to acknowledge their agency, their growth, and their submission to Allaah.
To ignore that name, especially when we do not do so with others, raises a question:
Is it oversight, or is it selective memory?
Either way, it deserves correction.
Say His Name Properly
This is not about erasing âMalcolm Xâ from history.
That name represents a chapter, a powerful one. It speaks to a time of awakening, discipline, and courage.
But it is not the full story.
The full story ends with a man who traveled across the world, confronted his own limitations, embraced orthodox Islam, and stood ready to build bridges where he once built walls.
That man was Malik el-Shabazz.
And if we can say Muhammad Ali without hesitation,
if we can say Kareem Abdul-Jabbar without correction,
then we can say Malik el-Shabazz with the same clarity and respect.
Not because it is trendy.
Because it is true.











