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
Like that. now he s walking over. everybody know it s in! when i see john going off half cocked, i m very irritated at him and envious because i would like to do the same thing, but i don t feel i have that luxury. arthur had betaught never to behave like that, never to lose control, never to lose his temper. but deep, deep down, he wanted to on many occasions. there must have been times when your rage has exploded over prejudice, as it s called. what did it take to push you over the line? what kind of remark or what kind of funny enough, i never really exploded at prejudice. no? no. you know, i internalize things. so it s not my nach ture to getd at something like that. reading last year in new york times an article you wrote