Muhammad Ali’s last wish was that people from all walks of life could gather together to bid him one final goodbye.
Surely, he would have been pleased with what took place Thursday just a few steps from where he made professional debut more than a half century ago.
Boxing royalty mixed easily with common folks inside the convention center. Muslims prayed during the service attended by Christians, Jews and nonbelievers. And over on one side, those with sharp eyes saw Civil Rights leader Rev. Jesse Jackson lean over a row of chairs to hug Louis Farrakhan, the head of the Nation of Islam.
Yes, it would have pleased Ali, probably even more than Will Friday’s star-studded memorial service, which features at least one president and a king. These were his people, from spiky-haired Don King waving flags to 73-year-old Barbara Hillman, a black woman from Louisville clutching the tickets she received after getting up at 3 am to get in the queue the other morning.
All ages. All colors. All faiths.
All there for Ali.
“Who else could pass away and bring all this unity and peace?” asked Hillman, whose husband was in the same 1960 graduating class at Louisville’s Central High as Ali. “He has included everybody. Young, old, black, white and all religions.”
The grip that Ali has on this town was never too difficult to measure. There’s a Muhammad Ali Boulevard and a Muhammad Ali Center, and in recent weeks his childhood home was opened for visits and figures to become yet another tourism attraction. Hardly anyone you talked to ever saw his fights, at least in person. That was for people in bigger cities with more money.
But locals snapped up all the tickets to Friday’s gala within an hour’s time. They dressed up for Thursday’s service and pressed toward the front, holding their phones up high to try and get a picture of Ali’s casket coming by.
“We’re going to be prayerful, calm and loving,” an early speaker told the crowd. “Muhammad would have wanted nothing more from us.”
There was never any need to worry about that. This may have been the place of Ali’s first fight – a six-rounder against a 186-pound journeyman named Tunney Hunsaker – but this wasn’t a day for fighting, or even thinking about fights.
This was bigger than that. The man himself was bigger than boxing.
Even in death, so beloved is Ali that his services had to be held in two different arenas.
“Like Martin Luther King, he worked for the betterment of mankind,” said King, who promoted fights so epic they had names like ‘Rumble in the Jungle’ and ‘Thrilla in Manilla.’ “They were both on the same page with two different courses of action. I loved the man. His spirit will never die.”
Jackson remembered Ali walking in with football legend Jim Brown to a hotel room in New York City on April 4, 1967, as King was preparing to give his famous anti-Vietnam war speech at the Riverside Church. It was a few weeks before Ali would refuse to step forward in the draft, and Jackson said his presence in the room both emboldened King and made him feel he had someone powerful on his side.
A year later, King was assassinated, and the nation was wracked by racial and political strife.
“Dr King gave up his life, Ali gave up his career,” Jackson said. “Getting together that day was a big deal. The nation saw his support. He was not only a championship fighter but a human-rights activist.”
He was both, but a great fighter first. He might have been the greatest heavyweight ever, though even those who tried to emulate him don’t spend much time talking about what Ali did in the ring.
“I’m sure everybody in this room has wonderful memories of Muhammad Ali,” said former heavyweight champion Lennox Lewis. “To me he’ll never die because of his heart and what he’s accomplished that had nothing to do with boxing.”
On a warm, sad day in Louisville, it would have been arduous to find anyone who would argue with that.
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