Muhammad Ali: The Brand and the Man
Muhammad Ali: The Brand and the Man
Some people thought I was a hero. Some people said that what I did was wrong. But everything I did was according to my conscience. I made a stand all people, not just black people, should have thought about making, because it wasn't just black people being drafted. The government had a system where the rich man's son went to college, and the poor man's son went to war. -- Muhammad Ali
Muhammad Ali celebrated his 65th birthday this week, and the tributes are reading like love letters from besotted tweens. ESPN alone has dedicated a stream of programming, including one special called Ali Rap, which contends the great boxing champion actually invented rap music. (No truth to the rumor that ESPN is also producing Ali's Astrophysics, which contends that he, not Isaac Newton, first posited the inverse-square law of universal gravitation.)
This rush to adulation comes with an unprecedented push by Ali's business agents to market him as a modern-day Elvis. The Champ, who now suffers from Parkinson's disease and dementia, last year made a deal with CKX Inc. for $50 million. CKX Inc. is the same company that put Presley's image on velvet paintings and commemorative shot glasses around the world.
CKX Inc. marked The Champ's birthday with the release of a new line of snack foods bearing his likeness. With names such as "Rumble," "Shuffle" and "Jabs" and flavors such as "Fruit Fight," "Thrill-A-Dill-A" and "Slammin' Salsa," the snacks will target college students across the country. The 18-to-24 set is the perfect demographic for Ali, according to Charles Sharp, professor of marketing at the
"They're going to remember the media-spun image of Ali, which is mostly positive," Sharp said.
The irony of this repellent spectacle is that as the Ali brand grows in stature, his all-but-forgotten history as a war resister could not be more relevant. Today
Muhammad Ali's brilliance was not that he was some kind of antiwar prophet. He wasn't Malcolm X or Martin Luther King Jr. in boxing gloves, debating foreign policy between rounds. But unlike the Ivy League advisers who made up the "best and brightest," Ali understood then that there was justice and injustice, right and wrong. He knew that not taking a stand could be as political a statement as taking one. This was Ali's code, and he never wavered.
In early 1966 the US Army came calling for Ali, and he was classified 1-A for the draft. He got the news surrounded by reporters and blurted one of the most famous phrases of the decade, "Man, I ain't got no quarrel with them Vietcong."
This was an astounding statement. As Mike Marqusee outlines in his Redemption Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirirt of the 60s, there was little opposition to the war at the time. The antiwar movement was in its infancy, and most of the country still stood behind the President. Life magazine's cover read, "
Ali could have recanted, apologized, or signed up on some cushy USO gig boxing for the troops and the cameras, ultimately to go back to making money. But he refused. At one press conference later that year, he was expected to apologize for his "un-American" remarks. Instead he said, "Keep asking me, no matter how long. On the war in
Ali's position gave courage to people around the country to stand up and be heard. In 1967, over the objections of many supporters in the civil rights movement, Martin Luther King came out against the war. In his initial statements, he said, "Like Muhammad Ali puts it, we are all--black and brown and poor--victims of the same system of oppression."
Ali was stripped of his title, costing him millions of dollars. He was given a five-year prison sentence, which was later overturned on appeal.
Lefty sportswriter Jerry Izenberg offered to find him asylum in
As the corrupt boxing world strove to fill the now- vacant title, protesters appeared outside the bouts with placards reading, "Hell No, We Ain't Goin'" and "Fight Racism, Free Muhammad Ali."
Ali himself said, "Everybody knows I'm the champion. My ghost will haunt all the arenas. I'll be there, wearing a sheet and whispering, 'Ali-e-e-e! Ali-e-e-e!'"
Today, as Ali's handlers turn the man into a vendor of snack food, while hundreds of thousands die in an unspeakably immoral war, I pray that the ghost of the Ali of old returns to haunt us once again. I hope late at night in the White House, as Bush gets up for some "pretzels," a sharp breeze tickles and then singes the back of his neck, the breeze becoming a whipping wind as the words whisper: "Ali-e-e-e! Ali-e-e-e!"