Remembering Muhammad Ali

Why he was a hero whether we agreed with him or not

Muhammad Ali would have turned 80 years old today, January 17, 2022. It also happens to be Martin Luther King Jr Day, in a year—an era, really—that all too clearly echoes the elevated tensions that inflamed the unrest of the turbulent Sixties.

How frustrating and disappointing that we as a society seem to have grown so little in all these years. But how inspiring to remember how both these men rose above their times and how each of them, in their own way, shook up the world.

Ali passed away, in June of 2016. Looking back now, that location in time seems to be right on the cusp of this current era, straddling the border, with one foot in the calm before the storm and one foot in the hurricane itself. Name the storm Division. Or Polarization. Or Culture War. Blame it on Inequality, Moral Decay or White Supremacy. Or Patriarchy, Corporatism or Globalism. We find ourselves in what feels like an impasse, a bumper to bumper traffic jam on the highway of cultural development. 

At the time of Ali’s death, I put fingers to keyboard in an attempt to clarify why the man’s life and death felt so meaningful to me (and perhaps to others). Today I’m revisiting those reflections below…

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Farewell to the great Muhammad Ali.

There were so many sides to the man. So many people today are expressing their own impressions of this transcendent figure. So many different words are showing up in articles and posts. Of course, people often speak first of his athletic skill. The New Yorker said he had "physical wit." A clever phrase but maybe still an understatement. He was a physical genius who, in his prime, raised heavyweight boxing up to the level of art. Others speak of Ali's bravery, confidence, humor, grace, kindness.

To me, Ali seemed to always be coming back from defeat.

If I was ever aware of him as Cassius Clay, I don't remember. I was only nine years old when he refused to serve in Vietnam, and my earliest memories of him are about the controversy that followed and his unjust exile from the career and status he had rightfully earned with his fists.

Another word we're seeing today is "sacrifice," and few other public figures in our time have proved their beliefs by sacrificing as much as Ali. He had all the riches and power that America had to offer him. He was "King of the World," as he so brashly proclaimed. Yet he was willing to give it all up—to go to prison if necessary—in accordance with his conscience. It's something he gave us all to think about.

Which requires more bravery—to follow the crowd to battle, or to stand alone and question the purpose of war?

When he came back, I listened to his first fight against Jerry Quarry on my bed with my ear pressed against a handheld transistor radio. When he lost to Joe Frazier, I watched in the local theatre. When he rope-a-doped George Foreman to finally regain the championship in 1974, I was sixteen, listening in the driveway on the radio in my first car, a 1962 Ford Fairlane.

Of course, he lost again. And he came back again. In the ring and in the world. Against younger boxers, against judgmental society and against cruel disease. He became possibly the most well known, and certainly one of the most admired men in the world. The word "icon" gets thrown around too casually these days. Ali was the real deal. To quote the dictionary, "a person regarded as a representative symbol of something.”

Yes, a representative symbol of those many words showing up repeatedly today: skill, grace, wit, kindness and the rest. But each of those words by itself seems to be reaching for a more complete summary. There must be something about the man that encompasses yet exceeds all those words, such that, even though we might not agree with his every word or action, we see that something about him represents the best in us.

I think what finally seals Ali's indelible power in our hearts, what we see in him that we wish for ourselves, what he truly symbolizes—is the triumph of courage and principle over injustice. That is what I see in Muhammad Ali’s life that I hope lives somewhere within my own heart, and within the heart of our society in general.

And then there is my favorite Ali quote—and I'm sure I won't be the only one to recall this today because it so captures Ali's wit, charm and fierce sense of self. In one of their many post-fight interviews, Howard Cosell remarked on Ali's bravado. "You're being extremely truculent," he said. And Ali came back without missing a half-beat: "Whatever truculent means, if that's good, I'm that."

And so much more.