WHEN ALI MET MANDELA
The two bravest men I knew exercised courage like a muscle
When news broke that Muhammad Ali had passed away after a 32year battle with Parkinson’s, the tweets and tributes started posting, immediately and furiously. Everyone, it seemed, had something to say about the greatness of the Greatest of All Time.
It is a testament to Ali that the accolades were coming from everywhere: the political left and right, Hillary and Donald, entertainers and educators, the elite and everyday people, his close friends and adoring fans, domestic and international. The trendsetter was trending.
In truth, we all want to be loved, respected, appreciated and acknowledged. That’s not egoistic; that’s a part of the human condition. Ali got his fair share, but he earned it. The hard way.
Nothing is as uncommon these days as courage, and Ali seemed to always have it in spades.
SUMMER OF 1990
I consider myself blessed beyond measure to have befriended the champ, having met him back in the late ’80s when I was a young aide to Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley. I’ll never forget the summer of 1990, when Nelson Mandela arrived in Los Angeles near the end of his 11-day national tour. I was just 25 years old.
Mandela was to deliver a speech on the steps of City Hall to thousands who were perched in trees and had spilled out into the streets of downtown, excited to glimpse the man who had spent 27 years in prison for adhering to the courage of his convictions. Once inside the mayor’s office, Mandela wondered whether it would be possible to greet Muhammad Ali before the program began. The mayor asked me to go outside on the platform to summon the champ.
I can still see the look on Mandela’s face when he first laid eyes on Ali. The champ and I had to walk a long corridor to get to Mandela and the mayor. By the time we got there, Mandela and his South African entourage were dancing in the hallways and chanting, “Ali! Ali! Ali!”
I just stood there. In a moment of sublime and unspeakable joy. Watching the embrace of the two most courageous men I had ever met. I was grateful to bear witness to a moment that I would hold forever. I have learned that life is more about moments than milestones, and I try hard to stay present in the moment.
I went on to establish a relationship with Ali that would over the years lead to a friendship, brotherhood and many hours spent talking in private and on television together.
LOVE VS. COURAGE
Around the time I met Ali, I met another American original who also left an indelible imprint on American culture and on everyone she met — Maya Angelou. I was blessed with the glorious gift of her friendship for 28 years, and we talked often of art, beauty, politics and history, music, religion and race. But for the entirety of our unlikely friendship, we debated whether love or courage was the greatest virtue, a question she first posed to me over dinner in Accra, Ghana.
I argued love; she argued courage. I argued that it takes love to animate courage. She argued that it takes courage to love.
When I think of Muhammad Ali, I think first not of his dominance inside the ring, but rather of his profound courage and deep love for all of humanity.
Courage is in short supply these days. Too many of us are crippled in our ability to act courageously, to risk anything that doesn’t present some potential for self-aggrandizement. Yet the people we most admire — Mandela, Maya and Muhammad — did the exact opposite.
We revere them because they were noble risk takers who remind us that courage is contagious. But courage begins in small ways, small settings, small acts.
We need a program of courage conditioning. You have to exercise courage like a muscle.
Start building courage by discouraging insensitive and degrading comments from friends. It grows when you defend someone against others when it’s not the convenient thing to do. It grows more when you make the right choices even when no one is aware or around to give you credit.
That’s how Ali became Ali, baby steps, through courage conditioning. He trained to be courageous, just as surely as he trained to be the heavyweight champion of the world.
You might not ever be a world champion, but you can muster the courage to authorize your own reality, and live by your hopes, not by your fears.
With courage, you can be a champion for others. Just like Ali.