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
Outspoken leader of the civil rights movement and i think partly because of his father. his father had tremendous respect for authority and was anything but a flag burner or a bomb thrower. daddy was a strict disciplinarian. first day no matter what school we went to he would tell the principals this is my boy. if he does anything wrong at any time you discipline him here, give me a call and i m going to discipline him at home. that discipline was designed to protect us. there was always a rather strong bond between my father, my brother and me because my mother died when i was 6 years old. imfeeling sort of lost.