If I were a boxer...
I like to think that I’d be like Joe Louis.
Even after he won the Heavyweight title and became a hero in the eyes of every Black American in 1937, he secretly hung his head in shame. Even while shaking the hands of the children who looked up to him as a god. The punches from the man who had defeated him the year before could still be felt. He walked the Earth in the shoes of a titan, all the while feeling like the title and praise were not rightfully his to hold.
"Only thing I remembered saying then was, 'Bring on Max Schmeling. Bring him on.'"
Even after he won the Heavyweight title and became a hero in the eyes of every Black American in 1937, he secretly hung his head in shame. Even while shaking the hands of the children who looked up to him as a god. The punches from the man who had defeated him the year before could still be felt. He walked the Earth in the shoes of a titan, all the while feeling like the title and praise were not rightfully his to hold.
"Only thing I remembered saying then was, 'Bring on Max Schmeling. Bring him on.'"
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