Muhammad Ali – the man who shook up the world

 

Muhammad_Ali_NYWTS If anything the passing of Muhammad Ali bestows even more greatness on the man, knowing that despite all he achieved, everything he went through both in and out the ring, he was mortal just like the rest of us. The mere mention of his name and the words just trip off the tongue – ‘beauty’, ‘poetry’, ‘elegance’, ‘vision’, ‘defiance’, ‘anger’, ‘justice’, ‘rebellion’, ‘determination’, ‘compassion’, ‘grace’, ‘strength’. Ali owned all of those attributes and then some.

Who could have predicted when a young, gangly, loose-limbed boxer from Louisville, Kentucky by the name of Cassius Clay took the light-heavyweight gold medal at the 1960 Rome Olympics – dismissed by the major sportswriters of the day as lacking the ability and power to go on and make any impact as a professional – that he would smash his way into global consciousness like a hurricane unleashed when, just four years later, not only did he win the world heavyweight title at just 22 with a performance against the fearsome Sonny Liston that induces wonder to this day, but did it while refusing to know his place as a black athlete in Jim Crow America?

“Uppity negro” is one of the kinder insults thrown his way in a society in which the lived experience of black people was racial oppression, segregation, and injustice.

Prior to that first Liston fight in Miami only those closest to him were aware of the anger, defiance and political and religious consciousness that was bubbling away under the surface of the playful braggadocio and exuberance that so endeared him to the sports pages before he turned.

It was just after that astonishing victory over Liston in which he “shook up the world” that the newly crowned heavyweight champion of the world revealed that he was a member of the Nation of Islam, renamed the Black Muslims by reporters and TV broadcasters looking to court controversy. It was followed by a change of name – first from Cassius Clay to Cassius X, then Muhammad Ali. Overnight this tiny, marginal, fundamentalist religious sect was dragged from the obscurity in which it had existed for years under its diminutive leader, Elijah Muhammad, onto the front pages of the nation’s major and not so major newspapers; the subject of TV studio debates, documentaries and establishment hysteria. Ali, meanwhile, suddenly found himself turned into hate figure, widely and roundly excoriated as befitting a young black athlete who refused to demonstrate the requisite gratitude for having been allowed to rise from his station and be used as living proof that America works.

Where the Nation of Islam connected with Ali was in the assertion that not only were blacks equal to whites they were better, producing within him a consciousness responsible for the heavyweight title taking on a political and social significance it had never known previously.

Ali paid a terrible price for his apostasy, subjected to withering columns by sportswriters, commentators, politicians, and even black leaders of the day. People lined up to attack both him and his beliefs, and ticket sales for his fights plummeted. And this was before his stance on the war in Vietnam, when after being reclassified he told a reporter that “I ain’t got no quarrel with them Vietcong.”

It was a quote that unleashed the forces of hell, earning the heavyweight champion a level of public opprobrium that placed his life in danger.

Most men would have buckled under this kind of public animus but Ali only grew in stature, finding new purpose as a torchbearer of resistance to the war and the contradictions it exposed regarding the suppurating sore of racist injustice in America.

For refusing the draft he was stripped of his title and faced prison. Exile from the ring followed and he spent the next three years struggling to make ends meet. But Ali’s shadow continued to loom large over the heavyweight championship, a title cheapened in his absence.

At the beginning of his exile he was hated, but with the civil rights movement building to become the social phenomenon it did, and with the anti-Vietnam War movement doing likewise, three years later Ali was a folk hero, lauded where before he’d been vilified, respected for sticking to his principles no matter the personal cost.

His return to the ring in 1970 against Jerry Quarry in Atlanta was a seminal moment in US sporting and cultural history. Celebrities packed the ringside seats as Ali received the adulation of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching the fight on TV or listening to it on radio across the world.

The legend from that moment on is by now well known. A trilogy of epic fights against his ring nemesis Joe Frazier, the unbelievable victory over George Foreman, fighting most of his first fight against Ken Norton with a broken jaw, and of course the sad decline and slide into Parkinson’s.

Now he’s gone.

Muhammad Ali was more than a boxer and he was more than an icon. He was a man with the moral courage to speak truth to power no matter the consequences and no matter the cost to himself. This alone marks him out as a legend.

“Unhappy is the land that is in need of a hero,” Brecht reminds us. Muhammad Ali lived in just such an unhappy land and he was every inch a hero.

“I shook up the world! I shook up the world!” he once memorably announced.

Yes Muhammad, you certainly did.

 

Muhammad Ali

Born 17 January 1942

Died 3 June 2016 (aged 74)

 

 

10 comments on “Muhammad Ali – the man who shook up the world

  1. Thanks for doing justice to the great man in this obit John. I have been really moved by his passing, though it has been long expected

  2. Doug on said:

    For Pete’s sake, I wish people would stop using the word ‘passing’, which seems common currency these days. Are people terrified of the words ‘dead’, ‘death’ or ‘died’. Likewise, please stop using the word ‘icon’. It’s lazy journalism.

  3. John on said:

    Doug:
    For Pete’s sake, I wish people would stop using the word ‘passing’, which seems common currency these days. Are people terrified of the words ‘dead’, ‘death’ or ‘died’. Likewise, please stop using the word ‘icon’. It’s lazy journalism.

    Fuck off.

  4. Zaid on said:

    John: Fuck off.

    Completely agree.

    Nice article John – one of your best.

    It’s difficult to put into words what Ali meant to me as I was growing up but this piece comes close to doing so.

  5. Doug on said:

    Well, thank you for your charming response to my comments.

    The point I’m making about the word ‘passing’ is based on the principle that wherever possible socialists should use straighforward and honest language – not cosy fluffy little euphemisms to describe cold reality.

    As for the word ‘icon’ well it has been overused to the nth degree in recent years, in every conceivable context. What word(s) did people use instead of icon before it started being done to death?

  6. Vanya on said:

    #6 Well you at leastbe happy with John’s response then. If that wasn’t straightforward and honest I don’t know what is.

  7. Vanya on said:

    By the way. I don’t thinks dead or died is always apropriate.

    It annoyed me when they said Richard Whiteley was dead, when they could have had deceased for 8 letters.

  8. John Grimshaw on said:

    …”like a hurricane…”

    “Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
    Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
    While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
    An innocent man in a living hell.
    That’s the story of the Hurricane,
    But it won’t be over till they clear his name
    And give him back the time he’s done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.”