Gil Scott-Heron

was around the middle seventies when I first heard this brazen, young black man's voice.  He was angry! We were angry! I was angry!  Angry over the fact that it was a few years ago that they had just taken from us our black shining Prince. He was mad.  We were mad.  I was mad!  Mad over the fact that our struggle for freedom had come to a screeching halt.  He was loud!  Loud and determined to be heard.  And I heard him. I heard him loud and clear.  I heard him when he said "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised".  I heard him when he said "No Knock On My Brothers' Head".  I heard him when he was saying that the spirit of Brother Malcolm will flourish in him as it has in me.