He was the greatest and he knew it and it didn’t bother him to tell the world he was the greatest, in fact, he liked telling them he was the greatest, and the stupid hated him for it, because even though he was a Black man, they could never be the greatest (not even close) and, stupid or not, they knew that just being white wasn’t enough to make them even half the man that Ali is.
Also, he refused to join the killing in Vietnam where three million Vietnamese and sixty-thousand Americans got whacked (many of them Black, most of them poor) just to keep all the white American fat cats – who profited off the war, and all the death, and maiming, and heartache that went with it – fat.
“He refused to defend his country,” the morons echoed from some hollow and rotten place deep inside America, but what was it that he was going to defend his country against? The Vietnamese weren’t threatening America, they just wanted to have their own country for themselves, which they have now because they kicked us out, despite all the brave American young men who went to Vietnam, exchanging their youth and blood and limbs and many of their lives for the gains of giant American corporations.
“I ain’t got no quarrel with them Viet Cong,” he said. “No Viet Cong ever called me a (you know the word, you’re saying to yourself right now).” He got that right too, and that’s why the boxing commission (also owned by corporate America) stripped him of the title. Even so, he was still the Heavyweight Champion of the World and they couldn’t strip him of that because there wasn’t anybody who could beat him, title or not.
Muhammed Ali. He’s still the greatest.