[Editor’s note: The following article contains edited excerpts from the above titled message delivered by the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan at Union Temple Baptist Church in Washington, D.C. on Sunday, September 18, 2016.]


In the Name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.


My dear beloved pastor, friend and companion in struggle, the Reverend Willie Wilson: He is truly my brother.Not that we are from the same mother or father, but out of this vast creation God wills things, and He gives us scripture (which is not just history, it’s prophecy); and we who are the carriers out of God’s Prophetic Assignment were written of before we were born. We were fashioned in the wombs of our mother for a purpose bigger than we might have known at birth. And you, the despised, the rejected, the unloved, the unwanted, The Lost that needs to be Found, the unsaved that need to be saved: That which was called “irredeemable” needs to meet their Redeemer, that which was considered “hopeless” and “lost” and “beyond ability to save” must be serviced today in the Name of Him Who is Savior, Who is Redeemer, Who is The Finder of that which was lost. Not your judge: The scripture teaches that He said, “I didn’t come to judge you, I came to save you from your sins”—but then my Teacher, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, said not saving you from your sins, but “saving you from the sins of White people that you have learned by your sojourn among them for 460 years.”

Brothers and sisters, you never were in Africa what you have become today. You are not yourself; you’re a White person in Black skin. That is why it is so easy for you to kill your brother, lie on your sister, rape your daughter. It’s easy for you to do those foul things to yourself and to one another because the enemy has made us into himself. You are not yourself, you are the product: You should have it in your coat or on your lapel the words “Made in America.”

Resurrecting the power of God within after having been ‘made in America’

So if I’m a homosexual, I was made in America. If I’m a lesbian, I was made in America. If I’m a drug dealer and a drug user, and a wine bibber, and a fornicator and adulterer, and a raper of my children, I was made in America. How can I pledge allegiance to that which made me into what I am? How can you give your all to something that has given you nothing but hell every day of your life since you’ve been in America? Don’t tell me about how much money you have; don’t tell me you’re the mayor of Washington, or Baltimore, or New York, don’t tell me you’re the president of the United States of America. To them you are still a nigga: They have no respect for you no matter how high you rise in their world.



My brother, my companion in struggle, Rev. Wilson, had the nerve to put a Black Jesus in this house of worship. Now, brothers and sisters, are you ready to say “Praise the Lord” if that Lord is Black like you? But many of you White Negroes won’t do that. We have been made so sick. … We “thank God” when we’ve been whitened up a little bit; we look in the mirror and say, “Thank You, Lord!” But Rev. Wilson, I am glad you recognize and lift up Black preachers. But a lot of these White Negroes wouldn’t follow a dark-skinned preacher or leader, because they would think: “He’s just too Black.” And that’s why a man like Adam Clayton Powell? We could hear him: He was a good man in light skin. The White man doesn’t make light-skinned Negroes to be friends to their darker brothers or sisters; they make light-skinned Negroes to be their buffer in persecuting the darker brothers and sisters of theirs.



I want to help you to see what we have been made into. Young artists, that can stand on the stage and use the filthiest langue and the filthiest expressions: You’re “Made in America” when you can call your women out of their name and sell records, too. And you can wear a gold chain; but it’s still a chain, though, because to the enemy you’re still a nigga. One day Muhammad Ali came to visit me while I was living in the home of our teacher, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, in Chicago. He said, “Brother Farrakhan, I’m still a nigga.” I was shocked. I said, “Ali, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad doesn’t make ‘niggas.’ ”

Brothers and sisters, the name “Elohim,” it means “little god”: If God is your Creator, and He created you in His image and after His likeness, how could you be anything more than a little god that one day will grow up to be just like your Creator? “Ye are all gods, children of the Most High God,” but the power that is God within you is dead. It’s dead. … Oh, you are so potentially powerful—and you know it—but you cannot show it because of the way you’ve been made to think about yourself. Jesus said it. When the disciples asked, “Jesus, where is this ‘kingdom’ that you keep talking about?” Jesus said, “The Kingdom of God is within you.” If “The Kingdom of God” is within you and me: How come so much hell and hatred and division and wickedness is coming out of us if The Kingdom is within us?

Study the scripture from the Book of Joel, the 2nd Chapter, talking about “The Day of The Lord.” What kind of “day” is that going to be? The Bible also teaches that it is going to be a great day for some, and a dreadful day for others (Malachi 4:5). What side of the Divide will you be on, with your White/Black self? I think this may be what Paul was talking about when he said, “Be ye not conformed to this world.”

Sisters: How are you going to walk around with your breasts out, and you’re not a savage? How are you going to walk around with something on so tight that would make a man get in trouble just by looking at you. You are so beautiful; but then when you show us all your beauty, we are already, if we are men, naturally attracted to you. But who is styling your clothes? Is it Jesus? You know you can’t put that on Jesus. Here we come to accept our award at the BETAwards, and at the Grammys, and we have on something that doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. A sister steps out with a split “here” and a split “there” and you can just “look in”. … Damn, even people put shades on their window—you take your shades off (“Look in and see what I’ve got!”). But as we accept the award: “I thank my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ for allowing me to get this award, honey!”


What was the song that got you that award? What role were you playing that White folk loved you so much that they went and gave you an Oscar for freaking out in the public? “Made in America”: Black skin, but White folk living within.


A clarion call to action for pastors, Black men: ‘Pledge your allegiance’ to God first!

In the Book of Joel, Chapter 2, verses 1-2 states: “Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain: let all the inhabitants of the land tremble: for the day of the Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand; A day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness, as the morning spread upon the mountains: a great people and a strong; there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the years of many generations.”

“Blow the trumpet in Zion”: See, I came with my “horn” this morning; the trumpet means a sound that pierces your ear. Because you are so dead, somebody has to have a trumpet to get your attention. That was the job of Gabriel— “Gabriel” only means “a messenger of God.” “Sound an alarm in my holy mountain”: It’s you, Black man and woman! You are the People of God, and somebody needs to blow the trumpet, and awaken you. “Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble”: Why should you tremble, with your White self in Black skin? “… for the day of the lord is coming, for it is at hand; a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness, like the morning clouds spread over the mountains.” Have you noticed the weather? Do you think God is pleased? Ask the people affected by the water and fire, as David the Psalmist said, “running side by side.” There is fire in California, water in Texas. Oh yeah, and you haven’t seen snow yet; you haven’t seen hail yet, not like we’re going to see it.

To those who have been posing like they belong to Jesus: Your mind has to be transformed in order to be called one that belongs to Christ. Christ can find you crazy, but he doesn’t leave you that way. Christ transforms our lives. You can’t be the same old silly Negro and say “Christ is my leader.” In fact, you don’t even need to look for “a leader” ifyou know HimYou didn’t hear me … You just look for a servant; because The Leader has presented Himself. David the Psalmist recognized Him (“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”) See, once you come into The Knowledge of The Lord, He becomes your Leader, He becomes your Shepherd—and we in the ministry can’t get in His way.

If you don’t understand what I am saying, the Bible teaches in the Book of Malachi (3:8), “Will a man rob God?” Now that’s a question. And then the answer comes back, “Yes.” They rob Him, not only of tithes and offerings, but they try to take from God the praise that belongs to Him and rub it all over themselves.

Pastors, we’re going to have to get things right, because judgement is going to start in the House of God. Among us there are liars and thieves in the house; there are hypocrites, and demons, in the house. What did the master say? He said a man went out sowing seeds, and “while men slept an enemy crept it.” As pastors, we are “watchmen on the wall” for the tricks that the enemy is plotting to take our people into hell with them. So the pastor can’t be asleep and be a “watchman”; the scripture teaches, “Wake up the inhabitants of the land.” A trumpet is blowing now.

Men, if you desire to be honored, you will honor God first in your life. Because I’ll tell you what, you can’t be a real man without the honor of God; and, you can’t be a good minister sleeping with the women of the congregation. I’m telling you truthfully, this is dangerous. As a man of God, this is true: Women are attracted to men of wisdom, of power, of great skill in their chosen field. It’s natural. Do you know why it’s natural? Women, by nature, love men who are stars of God. … “The 144,000” were called what? Stars. If you were in there, with Jesus, you’re a “star,” brother. Now, I’ve had sisters come straight up to me and say, “Farrakhan, I’m gonna get you!” I am not lying sisters. One came right up in my office when I was the minister in New York, and she told me, “I’m gonna get you!” I said, “Sister, you don’t havenothing”—nothing—“that could get me.” I have already been had. See, I belong to God. I don’t belong to no woman—I belong to God! And I’m not owned by nobody but God! That’s why I’m bold like I am! I’m not afraid of death; I don’t run from the enemy, I run to the enemy! God made me a man and and what He did for me, and my brother, and our bishop, He can do for you. But He has got to be first!

So, I can’t pledge “allegiance.” I don’t disrespect the flag—I know it isn’t mine. No, it isn’t mine! If you read some of that mess that Francis Scott Key was thinking when he wrote that garbage: “O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light. .”… This is a “war” thing! “And the rockets’ red glare/ The bombs bursting in air…” Damn, this is not a people of peace, these are warriors that have gone all over the Earth taking the land and resources of the people of the Earth—and their anthem says it. When I was a little boy, my mother told me, “You can stand son, but don’t say it.” But if you say it, when you get to this part: “the land of the free and the home of the brave, with liberty and justice”— (say) for hardly anybody.

So don’t take part in hypocrisy. Stand up [against that hypocrisy]. I respect that flag; it’s the flag of an independent nation of people and that’s what God wants to make us. Brothers and sisters, God does not come to integrate you into what He has come to judge and destroy, but to take you out of that and give you a land of your own, under His guidance. Jesus said: “No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.” (Matthew 6:24)

‘Our grief is not their grief’: When concern for a political legacy trumps the lack of a legacy in the streets

There is a great divide between the young and their parents. What they call “The Millennials”: They are not with this election in the way that maybe the president would like them to be. During his address to the Congressional Black Caucus Foundation’s awards dinner in Washington, D.C. on September 17, 2016, I heard that our president was talking about his “legacy.” I heard the fervor in his voice: It was like he was rebuking the Black people that were present who have supported him all the while. I have never heard him talk to White people like that. No, I’m serious. Have you heard him talk to White people like that, with that kind of fire? That [manner of talking] is reserved for White people in Black skin. … He is happy that he got in the White House, but (White people) are mad. … These White folks are going crazy, brother and sister. Since that poor brother has been in office, he never received the support of the Republican Party; they have called him dirty names, they have called his wife dirty names—and those who did it were no “riff-raff,” these were people that have been elected to office in America.

President Obama has had to “tip-toe through the tulips”: When he came to the church in South Carolina (June 2015), he “came home” that day—but he was soft, not hard on the devil that shot up our people. And when he had a town hall meeting (July 2016) after the White police officers were shot: He was struggling to try and say something that wouldn’t hurt him with White people, but (at the same time) would be somewhat conciliatory to the suffering of Black people. In response to the White police that were shot, he said the Black mothers that lost their children are grieving, and the wife and the family of the police that lost their lives are grieving, that “grief is grief” (“And I can tell you the grief is the same. The loss is the same …”).

I said: “Wait a minute, president, just a minute. Our grief is not their grief.” Brothers and sisters, you don’t need a Black person “trying to be White” as a spokesperson for your hurt. Because if you can’t tell it straight, then we don’t need you in front of us—get the hell out from being in front of us if you can’t speak truth to power, and speak right for us. You’re trying to ingratiate yourself to your 460-year-old enemy? What are you expecting from them?

When the media said the Black brother [in Dallas, responsible for mass shooting] visited the mosque, he heard something that is “Black conscious”; they said, “He shot White men, five of them too!” But they got the one that shot the officers: They sent a robot with a bomb on the end of it. They could hardly find what was left of that brother. So the families could grieve, but they got the man that killed their loved ones. Our grief continues: Because when they kill us, and there is no justice coming to us, our grief keeps going on because we have not received justice.

Who will you vote for: Lucifer, Satan, or The Devil?

I know many of you are voters, and you can’t wait to get to the polls, and I know what you’re telling people: “We fought, we bled, and we died to get the right to vote”—for the lesser of two very evil people. So, all right, which one is worse? Lucifer, Satan, or The Devil? The White/Black people will say, “Vote for any one of them—but exercise your right to vote!”

Now, I’m not telling you not to vote, I’m just telling you: You should know what the hell you’re voting for. Hillary also spoke at the same CBC dinner as President Obama, and she put her fate in the hands of Black women, Black people. If she doesn’t get in to office (as President Obama implied): “You betrayed her!” And now Hillary is counting on you, Black women! Because, she’s a woman, and you’re a woman— and you want to see a woman in the White House. The best woman that’s ever been in that White House is coming out of it in a few months. …

When you go to Congress, there are three kinds of votes. There is “yea,” there is “nay,” and there is “abstention.” Isn’t that something? But you only have two choices! You have to either vote for Hillary or Trump. Damn. … You don’t even have too much of a choice at all.

The 21st Anniversary of the Holy Day of Atonement is coming up in Atlanta, Georgia on October 16, 2016, and I would like to lay out for you the truth of both these candidates. You vote for who you please; because you’re White—but you have Black skin that would fool anybody.


“Oh, don’t insult me! I’m not White.” Well then, vote like you’re a real Black person who knows that your future doesn’t depend on any of those people to make a future for you. They have been promising you ever since they have been in office, every time they come, and they make a promise and they never fulfill it.

Do you really think Hillary is going to do any better for you? “Well, she said we was gonna cut off all of this tuition business, and we’re gonna get good education, and edu-ma-cation”—yeah right. Look at all of the college students that play football and basketball, and run track, and get scholarships. Check them out in professional sports: They’ve got all this money, and in five years they’re broke. Did you educate them? Did you teach and train them? No! …

Our children are not with you, parents, and God intends to break the bond between you and your children and grandchildren, because you are made in America, and you believe in White people, and you believe in their promises. Show me the promises that they’ve made to the Native people, and tell me did they ever fulfill them? Show me the promises that they’ve made to us, and did they fulfill them?

Trump said, “You ain’t got nothing to lose.” He’s not lying. When he tells the truth, you’re mad. He said your schools are no good. How do you know the schools are no good? Look at the product that they produce: you are no good for your people. People are getting shot down in the street, and Trump says, “What do you have to lose? Vote for me!”And some of us are saying, “Well, maybe.” Maybe what? Maybe he’ll do better? As I said before: If you vote for him, he’ll put you on a rocket ship to hell. This ain’t no “slow boat to China,” this is a rocket ship to hell. But Hillary’s rocket ship may not have as much octane in it—but she’s going in the same direction. You all are going to hell with them.

Now I’m going to close with this: None of them can deter the Wrath of God that has entered into America that you see in the forces of nature that He is using against America. And the only way they can intercede with God, and slow down the Wrath of God, is to give you justice that you deserve.

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