Мълния удари Бурдж Халифа, наводнения след силна буря в Дубай
829-метровата кула Бурдж Халифа беше поразена, докато „проливен дъжд, гръмотевични бури и силни ветрове“ връхлетяха ОАЕ

Malcolm X: (21:19) There was two kinds of slaves. There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes, they lived in the house with master. They dressed pretty good. They ate good because they ate his food, what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master, and they loved their master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master's house quicker than the master would.

Malcolm X: (22:01) If the master said, "We got a good house here," the house Negro would say, "Yeah, we got a good house here." Whenever the master said we, he said we. That's how you can tell a house Negro. If the master's house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house Negro would say, "What's the matter, boss, we sick?" We sick! He identified himself with his master more than his master identified with himself.

Malcolm X: (22:42) If you came to the house Negro and said, "Let's run away. Let's escape. Let's separate," the house Negro would look at you and say, "Man, you crazy. What you mean, separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food than this?" That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a house nigger. That's what we call him today, because we've still got some house niggers running around here.

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Malcolm X: (24:33) On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negro, those were the masses. There was always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house, they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn't get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call them chitterlings nowadays. In those days they called them what they were, guts. That's what you were, a gut-eater. Some of you all still are gut-eaters.

Malcolm X: (25:33) The field Negro was beaten from morning until night. He lived in a shack, in a hut. He wore old castoff clothes. He hated his master. I say he hated his master. He was intelligent.

Malcolm X: (25:51) That house Negro loved his master. But that field Negro, remember, they were in the majority, and they hated the master. When the house caught on fire, he didn't try and put it out. That field Negro prayed for a wind, for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field Negro prayed that he'd die. If someone come to the field Negro and said, "Let's separate. Let's run," he didn't say "Where are we going?" He'd say, "Anyplace is better than here."