Vietnam was something, a lot of guys my aged died and I was next in line when the Government canceled the draft. Muhammad Ali - the cowardly Islamic Muslim born as Cassius Clay was a great boxer, but not much of a man.
Cassisu Clay said “My conscience won’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America,” Ali explained of his refusal to go to Vietnam. Black Lives Mattered back then but Cassisu Clay thought he was a lot better than the other Negro's that died in the mud.
“And shoot them for what?
They never called me n—–r, they never lynched me, they didn’t put no dogs on me, they didn’t rob me of my nationality, rape or kill my mother and father.” Clay was right, none of the things he mentioned happened to him, he was alive and well when he refused to serve his country in Vietnam, with his colored and white brothers. Don't wave the flag too much for a boxer, a boxer for cash and fame as others died so he could play.
Ali called “white slave masters” his real foe. People have always thought of the created Muhammad Ali as a boxer that allowed those white slavers to make him rich. I grew up watching Ale box his way to greatness, but then I stop and think of the friends in high school that died in that mud, killed by one of those darker people, or some poor hungry die that killed millions before and after the Vietnam War. Old Cassisu Clay was never a Negro slave until he turned his back on his country.. running to the woods and hiding from his fear....
He maintained, “The real enemy of my people is here,” in America, the country where Southern white policemen taught him to box after a thief stole a birthday-present bicycle from 12-year-old Cassius Clay and an overwhelmingly white audience of fans made him a millionaire by packing arenas.
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