I like to use the elimination technique.
I wouldn't choose the guy in the middle at all. He is a fake and a fraud. He is a disgrace and far from the true and living God. That is no Jesus Christ but Ceaser Bongia. Some say he is the son, others say the nephew of Pope Alexander VI. Either way he is an illegitimate child born of incest. There are also stories of him being a pedafile. Whether the theories are correct or not, it is a fact that he is a fake. As a child, his lie was impressed upon me by the women in my life, however my father taught be thinker and to "re"search everything. He taught me that everything wasn't what it is cracked up to be. As the Gods taught me, we don't take anything on face value. Once I learned that the so called Jesus Christ was a black man, it was a wrap for this fib to have any influence on my life! It was then time to find out who Jesus really was and if he did exist, what did he look like.
Marcus Garvey came later in life, though he was the man. He was strong, relentless and a great orator. I always knew about Marcus Garvey, however I didn't get in depth with his life until I got older and began studying Rastafarism. I have a great respect for Mr. Garvey and I can say he indirectly gave birth to the person has most influenced me out of all three.
El Hajj Malik Shabazz, affectionally known as Malcolm X relates to me more then any of the three and because of this he influences my life most today. I wasn't Redd, however I related to his life like most NYC city kids do. Growing up in Brooklyn in the 80's, most people my age touched the street at some time or another and encountered many life changing experiences that forced us to use our minds to survive. Fortunately, unlike Redd, I didn't have to be incarcerated to find myself, yet I understand the journey. His growth and development was real and spoke to me because I remember how difficult the transition was to go from savage to God. Once he came home (like me from college), he began teaching like there was a battery pack in his back, powered by his life changing truth. I remember holding class on my corner daily after coming home from summer classes in Brooklyn College. He was unapologetic, with a double edged sword and was prepared to fight any opposition with his mind. He also made the Islam cool as many took to Islam in his day. The street could relate because he was of the street and the collegial and think tanks had to respect his knowledge. I love his fight, his passion, his journey and his willingness to die for what he knew was right.