that s it. new ball. shots are 2-2. got by him. comes back with it! you try to put your entire being mentally and physically on automatic pilot while you re playing tennis. everything is concentrated on the razor s edge and you forget the score. you forget where you are. you forget what your name is. i feel like my body s floating within myself. the game of tennis is a symphony in white. players in white suits hitting a white ball back and fort. in all white country clubs but a new, young player has come along and he is one of the greatest we have ever produced and he is not white. i sense confusion in what an athlete should be, especially an african american context. does still persist in the world about black athletes because we tend to do disproportionately well in athletes. i like to fight the myth. there are lots of us who can think as well as run, jump, hit tennis balls, dunk basketballs. and the challenge now is to convince young black athletes that the
my thanks to all of you and now on to chicago and let s win this. suddenly everyone was running every direction and somebody said we think the senator s been shot. please, it is very important. we need a doctor immediately. make room! make room! make room! knowing that we had seen him a day before that it was really sobering. rfk s assassination almost seemed to step on the assassination of dr. king. 1968 all of these things sort of coa lessed. being a black american i felt a sense of you aurgency that i wa do something but i didn t know what it was. there was a total desperation in the black community. what do we do now?