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If I were to write an open letter to Muhammad Ali now, my tears would be the ink with which I write. It would be a letter of love and admiration, and of confusion and anger. It would be a difficult letter because it would be a final note to a human being whose influence stands as a an edifice of so much that I and perhaps humanity at large aspire to be.<\/p>\n
Muhammad Ali is one of the most iconic figures of the last 100 years \u2013if not of all time. He was bundle of contradictions and political controversy, personal weakness and staunch principles, a man of peace and a warrior of Black consciousness. His passing forces me to consider and reconsider the many reasons that I admire him and the many instances that he confused me. So many myths and motifs of greatness seem contestable upon closer scrutiny.<\/p>\n
I met Ali many years ago as I rolled off my father\u2019s lap after Ali had knocked George Foreman out during the \u2018Rumble in the Jungle\u2018. Jubilant, my father leapt and declared \u2018He\u2019s done it again. The man is GREAT.\u2019 And indeed he was. He had regained his title after the lost years had robbed him and the rest of humanity of a daunting sportsman at the height of his powers.<\/p>\n
It is probably this Zairian odyssey that partly sealed Ali\u2019s status as a true son of the Afrikan soil, an Afrikanist spirit. And yet here lay a contradiction that I had not considered for 40 years since. The match was organised by Don King, a reptilian fight promoter, persuaded one of Africa\u2019s most ignominious and despicable sons, Mabuto Sesesseko, to put up the $5 million purse. Mabuto [along with the Belgians] remains hugely complicit in the death of one of Africa\u2019s most glorious sons- Patrice Lumumba \u2013 a friend of Ali.<\/p>\n
Seen in this light, Ali\u2019s participation in the match seems contradictory. And yet he was also a man of great ambition, hungry to show the world that he was still the greatest, fastest and prettiest. And a man of great ego who delighted in Sesseko\u2019s fawning hospitality. A lesser being could claim not to know. Ali\u2019s sharp intellect allowed him no such luxury.<\/p>\n
In 2005, Ali confused some again, when he accepted the Presidential Medal of Freedom from the hawkish George W Bush. This was after having acted as Bush\u2019s peace envoy to Iraq successfully negotiating for the release of several American hostages. Bush\u2019s politics would never have aligned with Ali\u2019s 30 years earlier. Popular myth has it that Ali threw his Olympic medal into a river after White America refused to recognize and honour him upon his return from the Rome Olympics. Some accounts claim that he lost the medal, but be that as it may, the powerful symbolism and gesture of denouncing the separatist and deeply segregated American state resonated with the excluded across the world. African children across the continent embraced him as did those in Asia and Latin America. Far beyond Civil Rights, his politics were part of the anti imperial struggles globally. He was indeed doing it for all of us.<\/p>\n
I watched with deeply mixed emotions as Bush, a man whom Ali would not have broken bread with decades earlier, say of Ali \u2018the American people are proud to call Muhammad Ali one of our own.” Bush studiously avoided mentioning Ali\u2019s stance against Vietnam and tried to erase the radical, polarising politics that nearly set the United States \u2013 and Ali himself \u2013 on fire. Nor did Bush qualify what \u2018our own\u2018 means in the still rabidly racist and separatist United States holding the world hostage to its maniacal fixation with real and imagined terror.<\/p>\n
One of the greatest and most influential activist celebrities, Ali stood with Sydney Poitier, Harry Belafonte and Jim Brown in the 1960s. In an era where sports endorsements and lucrative sponsorships have silenced any measure of radicalism or integrity in the sports world, his career and potentially life-threatening stance against the Vietnam War should not be underestimated. He chose not to \u2018skip bail\u2018 into Canada and take up citizenship which awaited him there. On principal, Ali chose to go to jail.<\/p>\n
Only Tommy Smith and John Carlos\u2019s Black Power fist on the podium at the 1968 Olympics compares in courage and power. A true activist sports star, his shadow was the longest and although he never formally associated with the Civil Rights movement, his influence was and remains palpable. At the time of Ali\u2019s conversion to Islam, Malcolm X was one of his closest friends and mentors and helped him weather the vitriolic political, media and social backlash including from the conservative part of the Black civil rights movement. The late Civil Rights activist Julian Bond said, \u2018 Ali was able to tell white folks \u2026that I\u2019m going to do it my way\u2019.<\/p>\n
That was an Ali thing, the more the media reviled, the stronger he seemed to become. After Malcolm\u2019s assassination and his own conversion to conventional Islam, Ali expressed deep regret that he did not reciprocate his former mentor\u2019s loyalty. Perhaps his youth and relative naivet\u00e9 clouded his vision but history still recalls that he turned his back on a great and courageous icon.<\/p>\n
In later years, the years that many feel uncomfortable with, when the warrior had slowed down, robbed of his infinite and memorable words by the sport that gave him such a huge platform and the disease that arose, he spent more of his time as a man of peace. This caused more discomfort for many who were accustomed to the lion eating man of witty and quick words. It felt to many that Ali was rebranded, toned down and integrated into the very establishment that had called him \u2018another demagogue and an apologist for his so-called religion\u2019, as well as hateful and \u2018un-American\u2018.<\/p>\n
Perhaps in part due to the illness but also perhaps because of his own mellowing Ali seemed to be less dangerous, deradicalised and sanitised by the end. I find this a disservice despite my confusion about some of his choices along his walk to legendhood. The cult of memory is one that interests me immensely and the way we are remembering Ali has disturbed me further. Most images prefer the Warrior, the King of the World, brash, handsome and forever young and vibrant. The photo session released by his family just days before Ali passed is bold and courageous. It forces us to face age, mortality, illness and decline with dignity.<\/p>\n
I never asked him whether he really threw away the medal the one time that I met him 25 years ago. I was too overcome with emotion to be anything other than awed, an awe that remains to this day. The best legacies are the most complex ones and the greatest people do not allow their humanity to withhold them from incredible exploits. For all Mr. Muhammad Ali did to give us a sense of the impossible, for doing the right thing at the right time, he remains the Greatest, the King of the World.<\/p>\n
In his own words: When I die I am a legend.<\/p>\n
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