The other side of Muhammad Ali (3)
This is the third week, Sohia’s Diaz has reached for the true essence of Muhammad Ali; beyond the empty razzmatazz. Ali, the standard of manliness was, at death, packaged as a show but he had a core that was as hard as a flint. After Ali’s lawyers gave a Federal Court a list of ninety convicted murderers, rapists, sodomites, armed thieves, and other miscreants who had been allowed to fight in New York, it ruled that the state’s denial of a ring license to Ali was “arbitrary and unreasonable.”
That was how Ali got to return to the ring in USA; against Oscar Bonavena – in New York. And thus began Act Two of the Ali drama. In Act One, he was a young and rhythmic dancer, swift as lightening – both with his fists and legs, and would float away from opponents’ blows. But with the Ali-Frazier fight of March 8, 1971, still in New York, Act Two incepted.
A word please about his 1971 visit to Nigeria; once the Nigerian Airways aircraft had steadied after takeoff, the pilot announced that The Greatest was among the passengers, and he invited Ali to the cockpit. Ali poked his head into the cockpit and ran out shouting that every passenger should please come and see “This amazing sight; its unbelievable that the Pilot and the co-Pilot are Blacks. I have never seen such a thing in the US. They never told us that black Pilots and Black Engineers existed. Thank God I’m travelling to Nigeria where they must have a black President and Nigerians take care of their own affairs”!
On the night Ali fought Frazier, Frank Sinatra took pictures for Life magazine at ringside. Ed Sullivan, Alan Shepard, Bill Cosby, Michael Caine, Hubert Humphrey and Burt Bacharach were among the luminaries in the crowd. Please google their names if you do not know them. 750 journalists got press credentials; 500 other journalists could not. Frazier won the fight. Ali’s reaction: “If I was young, I’d have danced for 15 rounds. Joe wouldn’t ever have caught me. But I was three-and-a-half years out of shape. He punched hard; he pressured me good. And laying on the ropes to save energy, I lost some rounds I could have won. But it would be wrong to say I gave the fight to Joe. I didn’t give it away. Joe earned it.”
Time magazine wrote: It was a kind of epiphany that those who watched realized how much they missed him and how much he had contributed to the world of sport. Students of boxing will pore over the trio of Ali-Frazier fights, which rank among the greatest in fistic history, as one might read three acts of a great drama. They would remember the shenanigans, the Ali Shuffle, the Rope-a-Dope, the fact that Ali had brought beauty and grace to the most uncompromising of sports. And they would marvel that through the wonderful excesses of skill and character, he had become the most famous athlete, indeed, the best-known personage in the world.
New York Times columnist William Rhoden wrote, “Ali’s actions changed my standard of what constituted an athlete’s greatness. Possessing a killer jump shot or the ability to stop on a dime was no longer enough. What are you doing for the liberation of your people? Muhammad Ali is how we measure a hero”.
This why I quarrel with the nonsense the Nigerian media poured out about Ali: yes, it was good to remember, as someone wrote “all of that raw drama, the greatest story in sport, but we also remember Ali for what he did not do, which was have a career during what should have been his absolute prime. Ali had just turned 25 when he lost his boxing licence. By the time he returned he was almost 29. He was never the same again. To be the same as he was at 25 would have denied the laws of nature. The most shocking thing about Ali’s career is that we missed his golden years, when youth and experience would have coincided. He was a different fighter before and after his suspension. He surrendered the best years of his life for a moral principle”.
Those lost years are the true hallmark of his greatness - that he would surrender millions of dollars and white America’s adulation and a chance that would never come again for what he believed in.
Sports Illustrated wrote: “When Ali came back in 1970, and all those epic fights with Frazier and Foreman were still before him, how did he deal with the loss of youth? With guile. Experience. Cunning. And by soaking up punishment in a way that he’d never had to during his dancing years. In a man so lavishly blessed, Ali’s greatest asset of all was his heart. “Perhaps his most vexed discovery in his second career was that he could take a punch,” wrote David Remnick in King Of The World: Muhammad Ali And The Rise Of An American Hero. “And he took hundreds of them: from Frazier, Foreman, Ken Norton, Earnie Shavers, Holmes, Leon Spinks; from a parade of second-rung heavyweights, from a platoon of sparring partners who were instructed to bang away at Ali in the gym, the better to toughen him up for the bouts themselves. Learning to take a punch was a form of short-term survival for Ali - it was the secret to the great triumphs in Zaire and the Philippines - but it was a long-term disaster.”
Ali’s most distinguishing was his courage; that virtue of the heart. It took courage to master Sonny Liston and become heavyweight champion of the world aged 22. It took courage to change his name from Cassius Clay to Muhammad Ali. It took courage to refuse to fight in Vietnam. It took courage to fight for the Black cause. It took courage to lose his golden years and it took courage to become world heavyweight champion three times.





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