In October 1977 Mother Khadijah Farrakhan asked me a critical question. The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, Mother Khadijah and few of their children, and myself were in a small restaurant having coffee.
He was getting the coffee, when she asked that question, which involved the future of Minister Farrakhan and therefore her too.
I responded to her with one word: “No.”
How do you take the best photograph without seeing it in context? You do this by using both your mind and your physical eye. I don’t have enough knowledge to write the relationship between my photographs, in general, and specifically photographing Minister Farrakhan, in this very short article.
This involves a very unusual experience I had with the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, in 1967, in Phoenix, Arizona. Mother Khadijah Farrakhan’s question to me came in 1977 and my reaction to her, was “No.” I know that she loves her husband and their children. I saw a little of their future, and of course, this involves him.
The word “no” is an adjective that means: “not any; used to indicate that something is quite the opposite of what is being specified; hardly any; used in notices or slogans forbidding or rejecting something specified; exclamation used to give a negative response: expressing disagreement or contradiction; expressing agreement with or affirmation of a negative statement; expressing shock or disappointment at something one has heard or discovered.”
That event was in October 1977 in Chicago, Illinois. I reacted to her, with one word “No,” when she asked me (that which involves “them” murdering her husband.)
Text of press conference delivered on October 24,1989 at the J.W. Marriott Hotel in Washington, D.C. by The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press, Brothers and Sisters, we are honored by your presence here this morning.
“I am a man who has great respect for the Press and the electronic media and I also have respect for myself, and my mission. As you know, I do not readily submit to interviews, nor am I frequently seen on the television; for I am not before you of myself, nor do I do what I do to be seen of men.
“Therefore, I have never tried to abuse, or misuse the Press to seek advantage for myself, or the Nation of Islam. So, in calling this press conference, I am calling you because of the serious nature of the Announcement that I am about to make; an Announcement on which hangs the future of this nation, its leaders and the people of America.
“It is written in the book of Ezekiel, ‘When I say unto the wicked, You shall surely die; and you give him not warning, nor speak to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at your hand.
“‘Yet if you warn the wicked, and he turn not from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but you have delivered your soul.’”
“It is in this spirit that I make this announcement.
“In a tiny town in Mexico, called Tepotzlan, there is a mountain on the top of which is the ruins of a temple dedicated to Quetzacoatl– the Christ-figure of Central and South America– a mountain which I have climbed several times. However, on the night of September 17, 1985, I was carried up on that mountain, in a vision, with a few friends of mine. As we reached the top of the mountain, a Wheel, or what you call an unidentified flying object (UFO ), appeared at the side of the mountain and called to me to come up into the Wheel. Three metal legs appeared from the Wheel, giving me the impression that it was going to land, but it never came over the mountain.
“Being somewhat afraid, I called to the members of my party to come with me, but a voice came from the Wheel saying, ‘Not them; just you.’ I was told to relax and a beam of light came from the Wheel and I was carried up on this beam of light into the Wheel.
“I sat next to the pilot, however, I could not see him. I could only feel his presence. As the Wheel lifted off from the side of the mountain, moving at a terrific speed, I knew I was being transported to the Mother Wheel, which is a human-built planet, a half-mile by a half-mile that the Honorable Elijah Muhammad had taught us of for nearly 60 years.
“The pilot, knowing that I was fearful of seeing this great, mechanical object in the sky, maneuvered his craft in such a way that I would not see the Mother Wheel (Plane) and then backed quickly into it and docked in a tunnel. I was escorted by the pilot to a door and admitted into a room.
“I shall not bother you with a description of the room, but suffice it to say that at the center of the ceiling was a speaker and through this speaker I heard the voice of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad speaking to me as clearly as you are hearing my voice this morning.
“He spoke in short cryptic sentences and as he spoke a scroll full of cursive writing rolled down in front of my eyes, but it was a projection of what was being written in my mind. As I attempted to read the cursive writing, which was in English, the scroll disappeared and the Honorable Elijah Muhammad began to speak to me.
“He said, ‘President Reagan has met with the Joint Chiefs of Staff to plan a war. I want you to hold a press conference in Washington, D.C., and announce their plan and say to the world that you got the information from me, Elijah Muhammad, on the Wheel.’
“ He said to me that he would not permit me to see him at that time. However, he said that I had one more thing to do and when that one more thing was done that I could come again to the Wheel and I would be permitted to see him face to face.
“He then dismissed me. I entered the small wheel and the pilot whom I still could not see, moved the craft out of the tunnel and took it up to a terrific height and maneuvered his craft that I might look down upon the Mother Wheel. I saw a city in the sky.
“With great speed it brought me back to earth and dropped me off near Washington where I then proceeded into this city to make The Announcement.
“After I awakened from the vision, it seemed to vanish from my mind. However, on the morning of September 19, 1985, a great earthquake struck Mexico City and it was felt in the little town where I was staying. That earthquake brought the vision forcibly to my mind and I spoke it, later that morning for the first time to my wife, Khadijah Farrakhan, and Sister Tynnetta Muhammad, in the city of Cuernavaca.”
More next issue, Allah willing.