
"They think everyone's out to kill them because they know they deserved to be killed for what they did."-Muhammad Ali
Ironic though: Clay had rushed toward the ******s like an orphan, while the sect saw no utility in him, no gain, despite Malcolm X's interest. Clay was a ****** in his own mind, that's all. Elijah Muhammad had forbade Malcolm to talk to Clay, though he had been cultivated by ****** underlings working on their own long before Malcolm's arrival. The ****** hierarchy barely knew who Clay was, while the troops in Miami filled his head with dogma and privately laughed at the idea of Clay beating Liston. His name was also a minor point of derision at the Chicago headquarters. The focus there remained on Malcolm's disobedience; he was meddling again and would bring ridicule to Elijah with his "association with a fool fighter" Muhammad speaks did not even send a reporter to cover the Liston fight. Besides, old Elijah hated boxing, fighters were "****** run by fat men with cigars who stole their money." No black man should perform in any capacity for a white man; had Clay lost he would have been dropped, or drifted away, without a single ****** hand reaching for him.
Malcolm X was gone, too, assassinated by the ******s who feared his worldly direction and his steady inquisition of Elijah's financial practices and his diddling of young ****** women. Malcolm saw Ali as a new kind of ******, wanted to protect him. They passed each other in Ghana airport, with Malcolm in a white robe and carrying a prophet's staff. Ali turned to Herbert, laughing:" He's so far out he's out completely. Elijah is the most powerful. Nobody listens to Malcolm anymore." It was Elijah, the prophet's teachings that had turned Malcolm from a drug pusher and a thief into a leader; that's what Ali saw. Malcolm's power belonged to the old man. His murder would jolt Ali, drive home a point he had given no thought; the ******s play for keeps
Malcolm had told Clay long before:" Nobody leaves the ******s without trouble." Hardly a comment easily forgotten. Now that Malcolm was pointing at the ******s as a criminal organisation, with extensive ties to the American **** Party and the Klu Klux Klan, his every move was being tracked. The ******s who owned his house in Queens evicted him- with a firebomb. Betty Shabazz, Malcolm's wife, went to Clay for him, saying;" You see it. You know. Stop it if you have any feeling at all." Clay shrugged;" I aint doin nothin to him." After Malcolm's killing, if the name came up and a remark was made about what a loss it was to black people, Ali would mumble "What people? Malcolm was a leader of one. Himself" Sunni Khalid a print and broadcast journalist and a student of Ali and the Nation of Islam, says "Ali threw Malcolm away like a pork
chop. Even today those who really know can never forgive him.".
But Clay had no import in ******-decision making; he was merely a follower, a useful idiot with a name to them. Yet his lack of empathy stung followers of Malcolm. Clay had been far more than just nurtured by Malcolm. He had listened to his every word and wanted to be desperately like him, even to the point of taking on his mannerisms. Clay, like Malcolm would turn away from the camera when a question was posed, then look back directly and challengely into it while answering; like Malcolm he would point with the index finger of his right hand into his cheek while listening. When Malcolm was on the ropes with the ******s, Clay asked him if he should stay in the movement. Fearing for his own life, Malcolm would tell him to stay in line-for the moment.
At the time the police were wary of a black civil war. Only hours after Malcolm was killed, a fire broke out in Clay's second floor apartment at seventy-first and Cregir on the Chicago South side. Conveniently, Clay was having dinner with his wife, Sonji, at the Arabian Sands Hotel in Chicago when John Ali, the ******s executive secretary, called him with the news. Fireman later called the blast an accident, but it looked su****ious; the neighbouring apartments were hardly damaged. Insiders believed the fire was an attempt by the ******s to remind Clay to stay in line. Much more worldly and observant than Clay, Sonji suspected that her husband was being watched and tracked closely by the ******s, and hinted to him that the ******s had set the fire. "Nobody knew where we were having dinner," she said. "The night of the day Malcolm X was murdered! It was too coincidental." Retaliation by followers of the fallen Malcolm would come later, not against Ali but Elijah.
Excerpts taken from:
Ghosts of Manila: The Fateful Blood Feud Between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier
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