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
Arthur would do his homework and he would read the newspaper to daddy. because daddy couldn t read. all over the south there were still people being hung. there was a time when if you were black, especially in the south, you cowered in fear of offending the sensibilities of somebody who was white. i remember that made an impression on me in my life when ift a kid. initial my mother dying. i remember that emmitt till boy. emmitt till 14 was kidnapped and killed allegedly for wolf whirsling at the wife of accused roy bryant. he and his half brother were acquitted by this jury and even though they admitted taking the boy from the house they were