"Mohammad Ali taught us life is best when we build bridges between people, not walls." --Billy Crystal
So I am a white male who grew up in a Chicago south side subculture where in the 1950s white males generally disrespected and often vilified African-Americans, including talented pro athletes like Minnie Minoso of the Chicago White Sox (who batted over .300 for seven seasons and was the first Black Cuban in the major leagues). Yes, they felt Minnie was a great hitter, but, you see, he just was no Ted Kluszewski, who (a) was from the neighborhood; (b) was a power-hitting first baseman who famously cut the sleeves off his uniform to free his huge biceps; and -- oh, yeah - (c) was not only white, but was of Slavic (Polish) ethnicity. That won Klu respect and love in the old neighborhood.
Be that as it may, below are the four reasons why I have always loved, respected, and now mourn Mohammad Ali; none of them have to do with his boxing; they have to do with politics and social morality.
So it is with the Champ's passing that m I come completely out of the closet about my pessimistic and sometimes unspoken feelings about my roots, country, and many of my fellow Americans who still hang on to 1950s prejudices, narrow-mindedness, and amorality. Thank you, Champ! You are the Greatest!