On the saddest moment of the death of one of the best sportsman of the history, The president of USA Barat Obama has delivered his emotions in a brief statement in which he paid the turbine to the legendary Champion Muhammad Ali.
Â Â â€œI am America,â€ he once declared. Â â€œI am the part you wonâ€™t recognize. Â But get used to me â€“ black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Â Get used to me.â€Â Muhammad Ali was The Greatest. Period. If you just asked him, heâ€™d tell you. Heâ€™d tell you he was the double greatest; that heâ€™d â€œhandcuffed lightning, thrown thunder into jail.â€
But what made The Champ the greatest â€“ what truly separated him from everyone else â€“ is that everyone else would tell you pretty much the same thing.
Like everyone else on the planet, Michelle and I mourn his passing. Â But weâ€™re also grateful to God for how fortunate we are to have known him, if just for a while; for how fortunate we all are that The Greatest chose to grace our time.
In my private study, just off the Oval Office, I keep a pair of his gloves on display, just under that iconic photograph of him â€“ the young champ, just 22 years old, roaring like a lion over a fallen Sonny Liston. I was too young when it was taken to understand who he was â€“ still Cassius Clay, already an Olympic Gold Medal winner, yet to set out on a spiritual journey that would lead him to his Muslim faith, exile him at the peak of his power, and set the stage for his return to greatness with a name as familiar to the downtrodden in the slums of Southeast Asia and the villages of Africa as it was to cheering crowds in Madison Square Garden.
â€œI am America,â€ he once declared. Â â€œI am the part you wonâ€™t recognize. Â But get used to me â€“ black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Â Get used to me.â€
Thatâ€™s the Ali I came to know as I came of age â€“ not just as skilled a poet on the mic as he was a fighter in the ring, but a man who fought for what was right. Â A man who fought for us. Â He stood with King and Mandela; stood up when it was hard; spoke out when others wouldnâ€™t. Â His fight outside the ring would cost him his title and his public standing. Â It would earn him enemies on the left and the right, make him reviled, and nearly send him to jail. Â But Ali stood his ground. Â And his victory helped us get used to the America we recognize today.
He wasnâ€™t perfect, of course. Â For all his magic in the ring, he could be careless with his words, and full of contradictions as his faith evolved. Â But his wonderful, infectious, even innocent spirit ultimately won him more fans than foes â€“ maybe because in him, we hoped to see something of ourselves. Â Later, as his physical powers ebbed, he became an even more powerful force for peace and reconciliation around the world. Â We saw a man who said he was so mean heâ€™d make medicine sick reveal a soft spot, visiting children with illness and disability around the world, telling them they, too, could become the greatest. Â We watched a hero light a torch, and fight his greatest fight of all on the world stage once again; a battle against the disease that ravaged his body, but couldnâ€™t take the spark from his eyes.
Muhammad Ali shook up the world. Â And the world is better for it. Â We are all better for it. Â Michelle and I send our deepest condolences to his family, and we pray that the greatest fighter of them all finally rests in peace.