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
I have played extraordinary matches under unbelievable circumstances. but wimbledon tied my whole life together. as we join the action in the first set ashe is upsetting the form book. superstar sir arthur ashe. carry me back but to old virginia that s where the cotton coming up black in the south in the city which was the old capital of the confederacy, see big statues of stone wall jefferson, robert e. lee. i had to sit behind the white line on the bus. i had to ride in black taxis. went to black schools. i went to black churches. we lived on a black playground.