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We now refer you to The Nation, which, for no apparent reason, still gives enough of a shit to
string together a few words & embed videos. Not mere 50-yrs.-ago tonight pugilism: Sam Cooke, Malcolm X & Jim Brown showed up for the after-party.
[T]he most amazing meeting was the coming together, in a modest hotel in a black neighborhood back in Miami after the fight—starring new heavyweight champ Clay, Malcolm X, Jim Brown (the greatest football player ever) and Sam Cooke (possibly the finest singer of our time). Now that’s a line-up that tops even the Fab Four. Also in attendance: a certain undercover FBI agent.
Clay was about to announce his membership in the “black Muslims” and get a name change. Malcolm was about to get kicked out of that faith, despite (or partly because of) his friendship with Clay, and then make his epic trip to Mecca. Brown was getting more and more outspoken on race. And Sam Cooke was about to record a single with Ali—and write “A Change Gonna Come.” Within a little more than a year, Cooke and Malcolm would be dead.
Mentioned, but not Nation-embedded.
Plus which also, The Nation's typist is as lazy a sod as yours truly: He directs his unreformed Trotskyite & aging librarian readers to a (lengthy)
book excerpt.
Said excerpt at a site where your editor may waste time in the future, as it is "Devoted to Jazz & 20th Century America." As an example, we are right now going to click &
see what Mingus ranted about the four mop-topped mofos who were making trouble in that fifty-yrs.-ago February as well. (Neither jazzbos nor 'Murkins, although definitely 20th century.) Those mop-tops had already posed w/ Ali, by the way:
Wait ... no,
this one, stupid & ignorant.
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