Muhammad Ali's Observations! Part 1

Ali: Nothing but Pain, Confusion and Total Injustice!

I knew that my heart could harden in a world with so much pain, confusion, and injustice. Somehow, I knew that if I were going to survive, I could not become bitter. I would have to love even those who could not give it in return.

I would have to learn to forgive even those who would not, or my soul would wither away. When I looked in the mirror I was proud of what I saw, but there were many black people who didn't want to be black anymore. Little black boys had no public role models. We didn't have any heroes who looked like us. There was no one for us to identify with, and we didn't know where we fit in. Even pictures of Jesus Christ were always white. I was taught that Jesus was the son of God, and I wondered if God looked like Jesus, too. Jesus was always depict with long blond hair and blue eyes. Then I noticed how all the angels in pictures were white. There were never any pictures of black angels. And everyone at the Last Supper was white.

"What Happened To All The Black Angels?"

One day, I asked my mother, "What happens to us black people when we die?" "Do we go to heaven?" "Naturally, we go to heaven," she said. And I said. "Then, what happened to all the black angels when they took the pictures?" Oh, I know. "If the white folks go to heaven the black angels would be in the kitchen preparing milk and honey." That was okay because I didn't like milk and honey anyway. I just wanted some answers. I wanted to know why everything good was always shown as white. One Halloween, a little black girl was trick-or-treating around the neighbourhood, dressed up in a superhero costume, but her face was painted white. When I asked her why, she said that her sister told her that there was no such thing as a black super hero. She was right. I turned on the television, everyone was always white. Superman was white, Santa Claus was white. They even made Tarzan, king of the jungle in Africa, a white man. I noticed that Miss America was always white, and the president living in the White House, that was white, too.

Muhammad Ali: Somehow I Was Going To Make A Difference In The World

Nothing good reflected our image. At that early age, I could see that something was very wrong. I didn't understand it. I thought that my skin was beautiful, I was proud of the colour of my complexion. But everything black was considered bad, and undesirable. Like black cats bring bad luck. Devils' food cake was the dark cake, and angel food cake was the white cake. These may have been subtle messages, but the effects were profound. Every day these messages, shaped the images that I and other non-whites children had of ourselves. I didn't know how, but I knew that I was going to help my people. Somehow, I was going to make a difference in the world. The more injustice that I saw, the stronger my feelings grew. It made me feel that I was here for a reason. A much prophetic expression by Muhammad Ali. "Somehow I was Going To Make A Difference In This World." Indeed! What a difference Muhammad Ali has made to this world of ours! Yes, of course, he has, indeed.

Muhammad Ali Thoughts On the Subject of White Supremacy

White Swan soap, White Cloud tissue paper, White Rain hair rinse, White Tornado floor wax. All the good cowboys ride the white horses and wear white hats. Angel food cake is the white cake, but the devils food cake is chocolate. I went to church and saw Jesus as a white man with blonde hair and blue eyes. What if Jesus was really black? What if all the angels were really black? What if everybody at The Last Supper was black? What's 300 years of looking at that white Jesus gonna do to a man's mind? Oh, man, whatcha talkin' about?" When we as a people are going to wake up and end the big lie that white is better than black? Still, there are them that will always accept the white lie. "When I was a little boy in Louisville, I used to lay on my bed at night crying'. I knew I was goin' to do something' in life. I just didn't know what. Something' ain't right, I thought. Why do the white man go to his church and the black man to his church? I always knew something was wrong. Cassius Clay changed his religion and his name to Muhammad Ali, he rejected the very thought of any possible connection to Cassius Marcellus Clay, stating; If there is any white blood in me it's because some white man raped a black slave woman.

Muhammad Ali Was Seen as a Threat to the Nation

Muhammad Ali fell victim of the instutionalised system structure, they saw Ali as threat to the nation and  probably they felt that other blacks would the path of Muhammad Ali. Sometimes people who gain power and holds high official positions, become like spoilt children acting on their whims. They're never happy unless they are distressing the life of the common people. Their main purpose in life is using their power to usurp values, while in the same instance practice monopoly and manipulation to keep others down. More often than once this is the basis of creating crime and poverty. The two basic principles, a ten thousand dollar fine impose, plus a conviction in trying to devoid Ali of his natural virtues.

Muhammad Ali's Observations Part 1