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June 09, 2016 - Issue 657



Black, confident, cocky
my name, not yours
my religion, not yours
my goals, not yours!

 

"Ali was man of defiant action. By not going
to Vietnam, to 'strike' on demand, by not doing
this bloody empire’s dirty work.  Ali made it
clear he wasn’t that quiet, humble, docile,
mindless killing machine which attacks only
when his massa instructs him to. Ali defiantly
lived, demonstrated, and endured, as did
Malcolm X, Huey P. Newton, and Angela Davis, 
because he made a stand, a stand which has
forever endeared Muhammad Ali to millions,
and millions all around the world, to the
four-corners of the globe."


Black folks owe this man, Muhammad Ali so much . . . never was so very much owed by so very many … to merely one man.

If nothing else, if for nothing else we Black Americans, actually Black folks around the world, for all times, for eternity we will owe Ali for these words- understanding the pen is mightier than the sword, or the boxing glove; “My conscience won't let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America. And shoot them for what? They never called me nigger, they never lynched me, they didn't put no dogs on me, they didn't rob me of my nationality, rape and kill my mother and father. ... Shoot them for what? How can I shoot them poor people? Just take me to jail.”

I’m sorry, but those words strung together have as much relevance, meaning and impact today as they did half a century ago. They still “float like a butterfly and sting like a bumble bee,” going far beyond and eclipsing “ I have a dream.” You’ll hear bits n’ pieces of that quote, but seldom if ever will hear it in it’s entirety because there's strength power and pride in Ali’s words. Those words still make me mad and scare the hell out of White folks. Ali’s thought’s represent an awakening White folks never want us to have. Never.

Wake-up Negroes!

And please, let’s not be delusional here in this blue moment; White America hated Ali. Let’s be honest here - it took years, and the humbling effects of Parkinson to defang and render harmless Ali in the eyes of White men, let's just be real. They hated Ali because he dared to look them the eye and tell the burning bush truth. Over the last few days, seeing and hearing the champ articulate the plight of Black folk and other folks of color, repeatedly, brought a tear to my eye and made me swell up with pride.

Ali stated, "I am America. I am the part you won't recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.

Recognizable and notable Blacks could be, ought be saying some of the same things. The times, and White folks hearts n’ minds haven’t really changed that much - yet we don’t hear anything like Ali’s uncut, unfiltered sharp, blunt comments coming from the Negroes on the Democratic plantation, the NBA or NFL. Instead we hear moderation and restraint - in a time where the Klan’s man, Emperor Trump is one-step from the Black House.

MJ, Tiger, Barkley, Bonds . .. the list of weak athletes is endless - there’s not a ebony gladiator who’s come along since the 1970’s who could carry this man’s jock. How tragic is that? I hope guys like Jordan and Tiger don’t show up at Ali’s funeral - it would be akin to blasphemy for these money-hungry pawns to have the audacity to want to honor this man, the greatest, while their silence and inaction in the face of continued, entrenched social injustice shamed Ali’s efforts.

These sports-world minstrels contradicted and defied Ali’s words;

I'm not gonna help nobody get something my Negroes don't have. If I'm gonna die, I'll die now right here fighting you, if I'm gonna die. You my enemy. My enemies are white people, not Vietcongs or Chinese or Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. You won't even stand up for me in America for my religious beliefs, and you want me to go somewhere and fight, but you won't even stand up for me here at home.”

And here we Black folks are today fighting the White man’s wars for him, killing people of color all around the world. . . as a career move. While police brutality, economic betrayal and educational abandonment has left Black America in a state of deep depression.

Ali was the “definition” and “illustration” of a strong, proud intelligent Black man. He personified “Black is beautiful,” while he embodied the prolific, intimidating idiom “Black Power!” After all, when he meet Smokin' Joe Frazier in Madison Square Garden in their first of three epic matches, Joe was the undisputed “White man’s champion.” As was ol’ glory waving George Foreman Ali was the Black man’s champion, the Brown man’s champion, the Red and Yellow people’s champion. But Let's be clear, Ali wasn’t the White’ man’s champion, boy nor Uncle Tom.

This sole, lone factor, Ali’s uppityness, his gumption to tell the White man, tell America, in a time of internal social upheaval, in a time of war that he wouldn’t go-along to get-along this act was unprecedented and powerful. Ali’s rejection of his slave name, his slave religion . . . his defiance of the draft...these “stands” are to me, is as powerful moment as any speech Dr. King ever gave.

Action speaks louder than words. Ali was man of defiant action. By not going to Vietnam, to “strike” on demand, by not doing this bloody empire’s dirty work. Ali made it clear he wasn’t that quiet, humble, docile, mindless killing machine which attacks only when his massa instructs him to. Ali defiantly lived, demonstrated, and endured, as did Malcolm X, Huey P. Newton, and Angela Davis - because he made a stand, a stand which has forever endeared Muhammad Ali to millions, and millions all around the world, to the four-corners of the globe.

Ali was nobody’s puppet.

Now today we’re fighting the White man’s enemies, willingly, obligingly we defend the imperialistic foreign policy of Uncle Sam . . . while at the same time, simultaneously the White races preferred candidate for President of the disunited States of America, Lord Donald Trump is declaring war on Black, Brown, Yellow and Red people.

Like so many Black boys of the era, one of the very few times I witnessed my ol’ man cry was when Ali lost to Frazier - the “White man’s champion,” and that visual left a lasting imprint in my mind of the significance, stature and symbolic value Mohammad Ali represented to my people.


BlackCommentator.com Columnist, Desi Cortez, was hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in South-Central LA, the 213, at age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi. Sat at the feet of scholars for many, many moons, emerging with a desire and direction… if not a sheep-skin. "Meandered thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub into a good, strong man, produced a beautiful baby-girl with my lover/woman/soul-mate… aired my mind on the airwaves and wrote some stuff along the way." Contact Mr. Cortez and BC.


 
 

 

 

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