I was still a small boy when I first heard Muhammad Ali’s infamous declaration
that all the world heard. And remembered.
It was the bellow of self-esteem that came deep from within Ali.
It struck me deep in the heart.
He was the greatest?
I took him at his word. There was no question.
In February 1964, there was no Civil Rights Act officially enacted until later
I didn’t think I needed one of those.
I never thought I couldn’t be anything I wanted to be.
But that’s because I hadn’t heard my first of many “no’s” in my life.
And so I needed to hear the first affirmative. My resounding yes.
And it came from Ali.
I was a kid in San Francisco, who grew up in all the city’s finest ghettos and
had best friends in 1st grade that included African Americans and Chinese
Americans (we had the best kickball team in the school yard).
I had come to love boxing and revere boxers as many Filipinos do. I remember
watching the fights on black and white TV. Emile Griffith was a favorite. We
But it was the Filipino boxers my father talked about. There was Speedy Dado,
Diosdado Posadas, who was the same age as my dad. He was one of the few Filipino
champion anything, Bantamweight champ in 1931 in California.
And then there was Ceferino Garcia, who fought for the middleweight crown in
Madison Square Garden in 1939 and held the title for seven months.
Garcia was known for the bolo punch, a combination hook and uppercut that sliced
opponents like a Filipino knife. He later became better known for being the
driver and bodyguard for Mae West.
That made him infamous.
So boxers had cred with my family.
But no boxer, no athlete period, ever did what Muhammad Ali did.
He stood up and fought for us all.
My father loved the San Francisco Giants and Willie Mays.
But outside of Jackie Robinson, no one’s fight in baseball or any team sport
took on a personal and political dimension like a boxer of the stature of
He was literally fighting for all of us.
No matter where you were in the continuum of the white racists’ hit parade, from
Blacks, Latinos, to the Chinese (excluded 1882), Japanese (excluded by the
so-called “Gentleman’s Agreement of 1907”), and Filipinos (excluded in 1934 by
the Tydings-McDuffie Act), one man stood up for all of us.
That’s why Muhammad Ali is so important.
Yes, the draft fight was important. Yes, the name change from Cassius Clay was
But it was just the affirmation of a person of color as “the greatest.”
Who was speaking for us, Speedy Dado? Ceferino Garcia? They were just
But there was Ali, who stood fearlessly. And loudly.
Given the time, it was the message the world needed to hear.
We could stand up. Speak out. Have courage.
It’s what a Filipino kid from San Francisco in the ’60s needed to believe.