I began
reading Jack Cashill’s Sucker Punch: The
Hard Left that Dazed Ali and Killed King’s Dream in 2006 when it was published. Half way through, I was offered a post in a
different country, and my top priorities were suddenly packing, storing, flights,
visas, etc. Sucker Punch fell through the cracks.
Upon my
return to the US two years later, I was again overwhelmed with the everyday
problems of finding a new residence and returning to my old job. Sucker
Punch remained boxed.
In January
2013 after reading and reviewing FDR, Dewey,
and the Election of 1944, I had no
new books I passionately wanted to read. So, I browsed again some of my older
books. There was Sucker Punch, which I had remembered as an interesting work on race
relations among the poor/middle class in Newark during the 1950s-70s. I also recalled this being one of the few
books that described an all-too-common phenomenon, the forced evacuation of
whites from their old neighborhoods because of the race war. This is a phenomenon, either ignored by the usual
academedia complex or justified because of the racist attitudes exhibited by
whites toward their new neighbors of color.
Sucker Punch provided a
counter point to the prevailing liberal paradigm.
I then went
to amazon.com to read some of the reviews of the book and was surprised to see
that the book was primarily about boxing.
Well, it was about boxing, Muhammad Ali, and his influence on race
relations in the US, including the author’s own Newark neighborhood.
I reread
the first half and this time completed the book. I disagree with Cashill on various
issues. For example, I still think that
US involvement in the Vietnam war was wrong.
If there was a domino effect in Cambodia, it was because the US toppled
the dominos, in 1970 overthrowing the “neutral” regime of Prince Sihanouk, and
replacing him with a pro-American military group led by Lon Nol. That group, in turn, was overthrown by the
Khmer Rouge, the most Marxist, and the most murderous Communist regime ever to
seize power (murderous NOT in the numbers it killed, but that the millions it
slaughtered amounted to some 25% of the nation’s population). However, that Khmer Rouge regime would soon
be supported by both the People’s Republic of China AND the US. It was finally invaded by communist Vietnam,
and the massive killing fields – with the corpses of a quarter of the Cambodian
population – were no longer moistened with fresh blood. The Vietnamese communists halted the
holocaust of the killing fields in Cambodia.
My purpose here is not to defend every action of the Vietnamese
communist regime, or to indict every action by the Americans. The war was brutal on both sides, and when
the communists won, their treatment of opponents was sufficiently oppressive
that many Vietnamese left their homes to become “boat people,” some of whom did
not survive. My point is that Cashill’s
assessment of the Vietnamese war seems extremely one-sided. Moreover, one’s interpretation of that war
will affect the judgments made of other people portrayed in his book. I still maintain it would have been better,
for the US and for Vietnam, if the US had not intervened militarily in that
nation in the early 1960s.
Unlike
Cashill, I was no fan of boxing. But I
was a fan of Ali. To appreciate Cashill’s
critique of Ali, an aside on sports in America may be necessary.
In 1940 the
most popular sports in America were horse racing, boxing, baseball, college
football, and basketball, possibly in that order. With the advent of widespread television
ownership around 1950, and the need to fill schedules with inexpensive
programming, wrestling and roller derby won fans. Yet, the impression that wrestling was fixed
and derby was for the gals placed them more in the entertainment than the
sports category.
The Civil
Rights movement and the Left would modify American sports, even boxing. Cashill discusses the Black heavy weight
champion of the early decades of the 20th century, Jack Johnson, and
his romps with white women and fast living, which caused great relief when
Johnson lost his crown to the white Jess Willard in 1915. For over a decade white champs avoided
fighting Blacks, in part, to prevent another Johnson scandal. But in the 1930s Joe Louis gained the throne
AND the enthusiastic support of much of white America, especially in his bouts
with German opponent Max Schmeling and the Italian Primo Carnera. Whether they wanted to or not, each fighter
came to symbolize New Deal America, Nazi Germany, and Fascist Italy. Louis retained his popularity (if not his
wealth) into the 1940s and 50s, and he served in the armed services during
WWII. Much earlier in the era of WWI
college football had been integrated enough for Paul Robeson to be declared an
All American athlete; although very few whites and far fewer Blacks attended
university in the first half of the 20th century. In the 1940s Jackie Robinson joined the
Brooklyn Dodgers, and major league baseball would be integrated. Even in minor sports, Althea Gibson was shown
in the Movietone newsreels as she won major women’s tennis matches in the
1950s. American sports, like America
itself, was becoming more integrated.
Cashill’s
neighborhood in Newark was also integrated.
Even though his dad was a policeman, this did not prevent him from being
robbed as an 11-year-old by two young Blacks.
Because his father was a policeman, however, they were able to bend the
rules, enter a school, and apprehend the guilty thieves.
Why is
Cashill’s book important? In a few pages
Cashill describes what academics and the media seek to avoid. How often have we seen images in movies and
on television of Jews anxious to leave Nazi occupied Europe. They became refugees fleeing as best they
could, and if they were lucky, make it to and then make it in America. Yet, “The St. Louis,” showed another side of their
plight, a ship that left Germany in 1939 with a Who’s Who of prominent Jews determined to begin again outside of
Hitler’s regime and his reach. The ship
sailed to the New World, to the US, to Cuba, and beyond. But no nation in the New World would take in
even such accomplished Jews. The ship
returned to Europe, and most of the passengers would not survive the
holocaust. In another area, many
Americans can recall images on TV of masses of South Vietnamese seeking to
crack into the American embassy in Saigon to be evacuated before the Vietnamese
Communists gained total control. Some of
those who could not make it to the helicopter evacuation, felt so threatened by
the new government that they fled in the waters, becoming the “boat
people.” Some would be picked up by
other ships; some would die in the water.
My point is
that refugees are usually shown as sympathetic figures, Jews desperately
scrambling out of Hitler’s Europe, the boat people, those trying to get away
from floods, volcanoes, tsunamis, storms, - all are sympathetically portrayed
in the American media. Yet, from the
1950s until today, one feature of American life receives little honest
commentary: white flight from central cities.
Not all
media portray refugees sympathetically.
In the late 1930s Der Stuermer ran a p. 1 article on Jews leaving
Germany for Cape Town, South Africa.
Even before Hitler won power in Germany, the law did not permit those
leaving the country to take out more than a few hundred Reichsmarks. The law was retained, though the economy
improved under the Nazis. Indeed, in the
1930s more Germans were leaving depression ridden America to return to the
prosperous Third Reich, than going the other way. The Stuermer noted that even though Jews were
restricted in the amount of cash they could take to Cape Town, they were taking
huge crates of furniture, paintings, and other costly objects. The spin of Julius Streicher’s Nazi paper was
clear, the parasitic Jews, even in their departure from Germany, were taking
the “goods” that Germany had provided them.
They were taking the wealth of Germany with them.
America’s
academics have followed the Streicher approach – at least on one set of
refugees. White flight to the suburbs is
depicted as 1) affluent whites, following WWII, who bought cars and left the
overcrowded cities for the greenery of the burbs, often subsidized by
government loans, FHA housing, veterans’ benefits, road construction and new
infrastructure. The rich whites thus drove
away from the squalid cities to the scenic serenity of the suburbs. Worse, the rich suburban whites refuse to pay
their “fair share” of support for welfare and schools in the ever poorer
cities. White racism is the motivating
factor, according to the Left and the academedia complex. They view the move by whites as Streicher
viewed the move by Jews.
In
addition, 2) there were poorer, more vicious, openly racist whites left in the
cities. When a few Blacks moved into
their neighborhoods, these violent whites first sought to intimidate their
courageous new neighbors. When that
failed, these whites fled rather than live beside the Blacks. White racism was again the cause of this
white flight. Whites take their wealth
with them, abandoning the inner cities to impoverished Blacks. This is the view of white flight as seen by
the academedia complex. White racists
fled the cities, leaving the metropolises empty of supermarkets, devoid of
department stores and pleasant shopping, lacking decent schools, or even
doctors. A few alcohol shops, rehab
agencies, and check cashing counters could not fill the empty factories. By contrast, the burbs blossomed with
magnificent shopping malls, high-ranking schools, new hospitals, even modern factories. White racism has made the cities squalid.
Cashill’s
is one of the few books I know that challenges the liberal spin of this most
important development in America during the past five decades – perhaps not as
significant as the change in immigration policy, illegal immigration, and
abortion, but it is certainly a major change in America’s topography over these
decades.
My point,
as illustrated by Cashill’s personal history, is that whites were often forced
from their old neighborhood – with insults, threats, and violence. And like Jews in Nazi Germany, whites could
no longer depend on authorities to defend their rights. Big cities were dominated by liberal Democrats or “reform
liberal Republicans” like New York City’s John Lindsay. Such Republicans were even more hostile to
poor whites than the Democrats. By the
late 1960s liberals would go to any extent to excuse Black criminal behavior,
and find some rationale to blame it on the whites – especially working class
whites. Cashill notes the hatred of poor
whites in another area – culture.
Although its ratings were good, the network cancelled the Friday night
boxing contests, because it had the wrong kind of audience – the poor and
lower-classes.
Cashill is
a conservative, the son of a white Newark policeman. Bettina Aptheker was a red-diaper baby,
daughter of two prominent member of the Communist Party, USA. Yet, there came a point where Black crime in
Brooklyn’s Bedford Stuyvesant threatened the lives of Bettina’s parents, and
the Apthekers became Jewish refugees fleeing liberal Democratic Brooklyn (the
Congressional district of Shirley Chisholm) to travel to California – as the
Oakies and Arkies had done 40 years prior.
But while Steinbeck presented the Joad family refugees with enormous
sympathy, the whites who flee big-city Blacks and the liberal political
machines are shown as racists removing their wealth from the city to the rich
burbs. They are seen as Streicher saw
the owners of huge crates being loaded for Cape Town.
I shall quote
some from Cashill’s book on events in Newark.
Cashill had written a fine history interspersing boxing matches, Cassius
Clay’s change of name and adoption of Islam, his anti-integration comments, his
refusal to be inducted into the military draft, his struggles to maintain his
championship against various boxing commissions upset by his refusal to become
a soldier, his wives, his connections to Don King, his fights abroad, and his
contrast with poor Black boxers.
Unfortunately,
lacking in this book is a simple chronology of heavy weight boxing champions
and the major bouts described in this book.
The chronology should also contain all of Clay/Ali’s major fights.
Cashill is
good at not being politically correct and discussing the pro-Axis views of
leaders of the Nation of Islam prior to and during WWII. Yet, he might have connected those views to
the earlier major Black nationalist movement, the Universal Negro Improvement
Association, created by Marcus Garvey, - a movement extremely popular among
Blacks in the 1920s. Garvey not only
made deals with the newly revived Ku Klux Klan in the 1920s, he proclaimed of
his UNIA, “We were the first fascists.” The
NoI continued in the ideological tradition pioneered by Garvey’s UNIA.
The
following are excerpts from Cashill’s book depicting the progression from Black
threats, thieving, and crime against whites that caused first white fright and
then white flight.
(p. 37)(He
writes about an event of 1959.) “They
roughed us up some for the hell of it but allowed me [to] keep the nickel. I chose not to tell my father about the
incident. Roger told his. Within a year, his family had beat it out of
Newark and settled in a distant suburb, the closest one they could afford some
fifty miles away. Roger was the first of
my friends to go. Within five or six
years, almost all of my friends would be gone.”
(p.47) “Despite some troubling signs, we had no
reason to believe that the neighborhood would not always stay together. Progress was in the air that gilded autumn of
1960. Racial barriers were falling. The income gap between blacks and whites was
narrowing. Crime rates were still low
and seemed more or less stable.”
(p.60) “By 1964, our neighborhood had ‘turned.’ For several years, new families had been
moving in, but these were a new kind of family, families without fathers…My
mother,…,did not know the gyms and playgrounds as I did. On the basketball courts, class had no
meaning. Here, all differences devolved
down to race, and even the well meaning could sense the uneasy tectonics. The plates were pulling apart, and the divide
between black and white was growing. We
no longer made friends across it.”
(p.73)(Again
he is writing about 1964) “Then, too,
few in out neighborhood were any keener on integration than Muhammad Ali. The concept no longer meant what it had when
my family moved to our already integrated block ten years earlier. Fairly or not, it now meant the collapse of
property values, the implosion of community, the harassment of children. Just months after we listened to the Liston
fight together, Kenny was jumped in Branch Brook park and (74) had his front
teeth knocked out. That was enough for
his parents. They sent him to live with
his aunt in a soulless, slapdash suburb sixty miles from Newark. They followed him there a year later. Raymond and his family moved away the same
year. My friends were not alone. From 1950 to 1967, Newark lost 143,000 white
residents, almost a third of its 1950 population of 438,000.”
(p.85-86) He describes the veiled threats he endures on
the basketball court, and how his Black teammates prefer a loss to having him
score. His younger sister is taunted and
her blond hair pulled by the girls at school.
The father was not dead, an older brothers left. His mother was “forced to move” to a better
public housing project in Newark. “There
would be no ‘white flight’ for her. She
had nowhere to flee to.”
The
weakness of Cashill’s interpretation of events is that he attributes much of
the growing anti-white racism to Ali.
Ali may have contributed to this, but his joining the Muslims was as
much an effect as a cause. For example,
look at the NoI’s Muhammad Speaks 1960-61.
There is a back-page story of Malcolm X addressing a student assembly at
Howard University. There is a photo of
the audience. In the picture one sees exuberant
students literally jumping for joy at Malcolm’s message, and one student – not
identified – is clearly the young Stokely Carmichael. In 1966 during a march for civil rights in
Mississippi, Carmichael would originate the slogan “Black Power,” which would
quickly undermine and overwhelm the civil rights the Civil Rights
movement. I was one of the first members
of the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE) chapter in New Orleans in 1960. By 1962 the NO CORE chapter had expelled all
of its white members – it thus expelled some half its membership!. Black nationalists then seized power of CORE
chapters in other cities – Brooklyn and Detroit. The same rejection of integration and civil
rights was occurring in the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee. By 1966 CORE and SNCC were no longer
integrated or civil rights organizations.
All whites had been purged from these organizations. Black nationalists swept away integration;
Black racism prevented discussion (only lecturing at best, insults and treats
surfacing more frequently). Crime,
rioting, and violence shoved aside non-violence and trampled civil rights. “Snick” provides and interesting
transformation – from the “popular front/communist front” Southern Negro Youth Congress of the
1940s and 50s, to the Students Non-Violent Coordinating Committee of the civil
rights movement of the early 1960s, to the Students National Coordinating Committee of the Black Nationalists of the
late 1960s.
Much of
this was occurring before Cassius Clay became Muhammad Ali. Ali is NOT the cause. His conversion to Islam was symbolic of the
change already occurring in Black America.
Was Ali
cheered by the white Left? You bet. Ali refused to fight in what the Left deemed
an unjust war. Cashill’s view is simple:
boxers like Joe Louis fought for American values; Ali fought for the racism of
the Nation of Islam. But Ali also
refused to fight in what many Americans, including myself, concluded was an
unjust war. In that sense, Ali boxed not
only for Black racism, but for international morality.
Could Ali
have saved Newark? If he had rejected
Black racism and pushed for integration and treating all people equally, could
he have changed events in America’s big cities?
If he had been drafted, if he had carried the American flag, could
Cassius Clay have saved Newark? Even as
Muhammad Ali, he could not even save boxing!
The tectonic plates of American sport were also spinning around: now professional
football, basketball, then college football, baseball, hockey, soccer, then
perhaps boxing, and further down, horse racing.
The 1960s
in America were a time of a cultural revolution. In addition to the growth of the hippie
movement, the flower children, the peace people, the women’s movement grew in
power. To all of these new elements,
boxing was just too violent. Yes, they
all wanted to cheer, and they would love to cheer on Blacks, but boxing was not
the venue in which to do it. Indeed,
boxing with its Black champs only reinforced the wrong stereotypes, that Blacks
were violent animals. Basketball, by
contrast, was graceful, with tall men floating to the hoops. Many of the newer players were Black, and
they were good at the game. They were
worthy of cheers, not because they were affirmative action quota hires, but
because they were good, often the best.
More Blacks engaged in college football and universities integrated and
expanded, and professional football soon had Blacks as the major group of
players. The Left could then cheer
Blacks in basketball and football; they could ignore the animalistic sport of
boxing.
Black
racism is a powerful ingredient in American society, one that cannot be studied
in academia, because academics allege that, by definition, it cannot
exist. It is hard to get funding to
study what the Left and the academedia complex declares to be non-existent. And if you question that definition, you may
be expelled from the scholarly community.
However, the required blindness on the issue of Black racism will
eventually render most sociological studies on racism to be worthless. Muhammad Ali was not the cause, but merely an
example of Black racism. In addition, I
would contend, he provided a moral example by refusing to participate in an
unjust war.
I know too
little about boxing to criticize much of Cahill’s well written book on that
particular topic. I can say his book is
a good read. His criticism of the Nation
of Islam is valid. His assessment of the
Vietnam war is one-sided. His
reminiscences of Newark, a challenge to the silence and distortions of the
academy. Overall, Cashill has written an
excellent book.