I guess we should probably start out in Lafayette, Alabama on May 13, 1914 where I was born to the son of an Alabama sharecropper, great grandson of a slave, and the great – great grandson of a white slave owner. When I was nine years old my family and I moved to Detroit in 1924. Detroit was where I first became interested in boxing. Having grown up in the old south, I had acquired the instinct and anger …showed first 75 words of 759 total…

…showed last 75 words of 759 total…the casino just wasn’t for me, boxing was the one thing I enjoyed doing it was my one and only passion. I spent my last four years in a wheelchair before dying of a heart attack at 66 on April 12, 1981 in Las Vegas. I was buried in Arlington National Cemetery at the request of President Ronald Reagan. I hope people can look back on my life and see that black and white Americans can coexist.