Muhammad Ali Was a Freedom Fighter Not an Icon or Celebrity


The death of Muhammad Ali strikes at the heart of what it means to lead a life of dignity, unsurpassed skill, and the willingness to step into history and call out its most insidious injustices. I am one of many, I am sure, whose heart is broken over the death of Muhammad Ali, who was a hero for those of us raised in the sixties and for whom he modeled that poetic dialectic between the body and a notion of resistance. For my working-class generation, the body was all we had – a site of danger, hope, possibility, confusion, and dread – he elevated that understanding into the political realm by mediating those working class concerns into a brave and courageous understanding of politics as a site of resistance. He made it clear that resistance was a poetic act that was continually being written. He unsettled the racial order, protested the war, and danced in the ring like a butterfly – a master of wit, performance, and sheer courage. Resistance for Ali was not an option, but a necessity.
One of his greatest gifts was using his talent as a world-renowned fighter to flip the script, a script used by the elite of the time to define poor black and white kids by their deficits. In his speech and actions, Ali taught a generation of young kids that their deficits were actually their strengths, that is, a sense of solidarity, compassion, a merging of the mind and the body, learning, and willingness to take risks, embracing passion, connecting knowledge to power, and being attentive to the injuries of others while embracing a sense of social justice. Ali taught us how to talk back to power. Many of us learned early that what Ali was saying was THAT WE had to flip the script in order to survive and WE became acutely aware that the alleged strengths of those who oppressed us in the streets, schools, on the job, and in other spaces that our bodies inhabited were actually vicious deficits, extending from their racism to their unbridled arrogance and propensity for violence. Ali provided a language and sense of agency that provided a turning point in our being able to narrate and free ourselves from one of the most sinister forms of ideological domination – what Marie Luise Knott calls “those unexamined prejudices that keep us from thinking.”
Ali was dangerous not just as a deftly skilled boxer but also because he deeply understood that challenge, if not slow process, of unlearning the poisonous sedimented histories minority youth often have to internalize and embody in order to survive. Unlearning meant becoming attentive to the histories, traditions, daily rituals, and social relations that offered both a sense of resistance and allowed people to think beyond the inflicted misery and suffering that marked their neighborhoods and daily lives. It meant not only learning about resistance in their lost histories but also how to narrate themselves from the perspective of understanding both the toxic cultural capital that shored up racist state power and those modes of knowledge and social relations that allowed us to challenge it. It also meant unlearning those modes of oppression that too many of us had internalized, obvious examples being the rampant sexism and hyper-masculinity we had been taught were matters of common sense and reputable badges of identity. But in the END, Ali taught us to believe in and fight for our convictions.
Outside of being the greatest boxer in the world, Ali sacrificed three-and-a-half years of his career for the ideals in which he believed. He was not merely an icon of history, he helped to shape it. Ali had his flaws and his ridicule of Joe Frazier and his disowning of Malcolm X speak to those shortcomings, but Ali was not a god, he was simply flawed differently. What is most remarkable about him as a fighter for the underdog was his ability to flip the script. It will be hard to find people like Ali in the future now that self-interest and a pathological narcissism have taken over the culture in the age of casino capitalism. I will miss him and only hope his legacy will leave the traces of resistance and courage that will inspire another generation. He was a champ in the most courageous sense who showed generations of working class kids how to resist, struggle, and talk back with dignity and grace.
Photo credit: Dutch National Archives, The Hague. Vikipedija.

3 thoughts on “Muhammad Ali Was a Freedom Fighter Not an Icon or Celebrity

  1. Rabbi
    It was inappropriate for you to use Mohammed Ali’s funeral to make a political speech. No other clergyman did that. While you condemned Israeli policy you did not condemn the terrorists who killed innocent Israelis. If you think currying favor with the enemies of the jewish people will reserve a place in heaven for you think again. I know you think you are a great moral leader. Your self righteous attitude is filled with hubris.

  2. My father, a big fan of Mohammed Ali, recently passed away, too (May 3rd). Ironically, while reminiscing about my Dad’s life, thoughts of Mohammad Ali kept entering my mind, before hearing the news about his death (June 3rd). Growing up, my dad made sure my three sisters and I (his four daughters) watched every one of Ali’s fights on television. It didn’t matter what we were doing. We could be sound asleep in our beds (cradles), my dad would wake us up, gather us (one by one) and plop us down in front of the t.v. – to witness – “history”! Boy, am I ever grateful! Like my dad and the rest of the world, from the start, I was awed by his athletic and poetic abilities and performances. Especially, through the eyes of a child, he was larger than life.
    Growing up, I always paid attention to the champ and witnessed all his fights in the public ring of his life. I always rooted for him. And, more than ever, I wanted him to beat Parkinson’s! But, not until his death, did I realize( in life), he never lost! He never lost his courage, his dignity, his principals, his passion for life…his greatness!
    He and my dad were always in my life – as far back as I can remember – they were a part of my life. Although, I never met him personally, I like many others, I felt I knew him. Because, my dad introduced me to him, I associate them together- I can’t think of one of without thinking of the other….
    Yesterday, I witnessed “history”, as I watched Mohammad Ali’s memorial service (with both men in my heart). I, again, was awed! It was his most spectacular performance ever! I have never been more impressed and inspired by his ability to get the world’s attention – gather the world’s religions, races and people of every walk of life (plop them down together) to give and receive his most important message of acceptance, tolerance, freedom, peace, and hope! Staying true to his values and character, the Heavyweight Champion of the World, delivered his last, knockout punch, in perfect and poetic style! Through the eyes of a fond lifelong fan, daughter and fellow human spirit – Muhammad Ali is and always will be a larger than life hero, the Greatest of All Time! Boy, am I ever grateful!

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