Название: Muhammad Ali: A Tribute to the Greatest
Автор: Thomas Hauser
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780008152468
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The Importance of Muhammad Ali
Muhammad Ali and Congress Remembered
Ali as Diplomat: ‘No! No! No! Don’t!’
Rediscovering Joe Frazier through Dave Wolf’s Eyes
Reflections on Time Spent with Muhammad Ali
‘I’m Coming Back to Whup Mike Tyson’s Butt’
Muhammad Ali at Notre Dame: A Night to Remember
Muhammad Ali: Thanksgiving 1996 – ‘I’ve Got a Lot to Be Thankful For’
Pensacola, Florida: 27 February 1997
‘Did Barbra Streisand Whup Sonny Liston?’
The Lost Legacy of Muhammad Ali
Muhammad Ali: His Life and Times, which was published in 1991, is often referred to as the definitive account of the first fifty years of Ali’s life. This is the companion volume to that book. An earlier version was published in the United Kingdom in 2005 under the title Muhammad Ali: The Lost Legacy. At that time, it contained all of the essays and articles I’d written about Ali. Muhammad Ali: A Tribute to the Greatest contains recently authored pieces, including the previously unpublished essay, ‘The Long Sad Goodbye’.
Thomas Hauser
PART I
THE IMPORTANCE OF MUHAMMAD ALI
(1996)
Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr, as Muhammad Ali was once known, was born in Louisville, Kentucky, on 17 January 1942. Louisville was a city with segregated public facilities; noted for the Kentucky Derby, mint juleps, and other reminders of southern aristocracy. Blacks were the servant class in Louisville. They raked manure in the backstretch at Churchill Downs and cleaned other people’s homes. Growing up in Louisville, the best on the socio-economic ladder that most black people could realistically hope for was to become a clergyman or a teacher at an all-black school. In a society where it was often felt that might makes right, ‘white’ was synonymous with both.
Ali’s father, Cassius Marcellus Clay Sr, supported a wife and two sons by painting billboards and signs. Ali’s mother, Odessa Grady Clay, worked on occasion as a household domestic. ‘I remember one time when Cassius was small,’ Mrs Clay later recalled. ‘We were downtown at a five-and-ten-cents store. He wanted a drink of water, and they wouldn’t give him one because of his colour. And that really affected him. He didn’t like that at all, being a child and thirsty. He started crying, and I said, “Come on; I’ll take you someplace and get you some water.” But it really hurt him.’
When Cassius Clay was 12 years old, his bike was stolen. That led him to take up boxing under the tutelage of a Louisville policeman named Joe Martin. Clay advanced СКАЧАТЬ