Ali, a native of Louisville, was a headliner in the Kentucky “Open Housing Movement.” As a contemporary of such civil rights icons as Uncle ML, Daddy AD, and yes, the prominent and dominant Malcolm X, Mr. Ali was making a lasting mark for himself inside and outside the boxing ring. Even though he was a contentious objector of the Vietnam War, he always loved America.
Perhaps even as Malcolm X recanted from his radical Islamic teachings of hatred of the Caucasian race, changing his name to Malik Shabazz after a visit to Mecca and adapting a message of universal peace and compassion, Mr. Ali also embraced that understanding as well as a love for “The Beloved Community” that my Uncle and Dad proclaimed during their lifetimes.
While Cassius Clay was raised in a Christian home, he later converted to Islam and changed his name to Muhammad Ali; in part, because he objected to the western characterization of Jesus Christ. Yet, I believe in my heart that the Christian message that he learned from my uncle, Martin Luther King, and Daddy A. D. was impacting him, too.
Ali was not only a great boxer, but also a great man; a man of character, integrity and faith. He loved his God, his family and the world. Yet, he was a very complex personality; and like everyone, was subject to human failings.
Some may question my prayer that I’ll see Mr. Ali in Heaven. Yet God is ever merciful and judges the human heart. Mr. Ali is subject to the same grace and mercy that all humans seek.
Ali was devoted to his craft and was a fierce fighter who fought many battles, both in the ring and in his personal life. Although dealing with a debilitating disease in his latter years, he always carried himself with dignity. Perhaps best remembered for being a great boxing champion, Ali will be remembered for coining the phrase, “Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee.”
The world has lost a great fighter and champion for justice.
Rest in peace Mr. Ali.