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Actually, it was pretty darn good day.
Well, where’s the picture??
“Malcolm has been wheeled away. Teenage lover Stanley Ann is unable to follow Malcolm to the hospital – what with his wife Betty and the press heading over there. Distraught, she stays behind. How can she bear it? She looks to the stage. Her lover’s jacket lies folded atop the drum riser. His shirt lies on the floor. The chair against which he fell when shot, is tipped on its back.
And there, amidst the hideous chaos, are his eyeglasses. His precious, signature, tragically broken eyeglasses.”
Finally, someone has done some intense detective work and discovered what exactly happened to Malcolm X’s glasses and how they ended up in the hands of Obama.