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fighter, the heavyweight Jack Johnson, was allowed a shot at a
title fight.
Although Grombach assigns the beginning of modern boxing to
1700 A.D., the American era begins with John L. Sullivan, the last of
the bare-knuckle fighters. His reign as champion, from 1881 to 1892,
saw the introduction of the Marquis of Queensbury rules, which
called for gloves, weight classes, and three-minute rounds with one
minute intervals of rest in between. His losing bout to ‘‘Gentleman
Jim’’ Corbett was held under these new provisions. A flamboyant
personality, Sullivan was the first boxer to promote himself as such,
touring in theatrical productions between matches. Consequently, his
fights drew tremendous crowds; seemingly no one was immune from
the desire to witness a loudmouth’s disgrace. Typical of his time, he
was violently racist and refused to fight a black man, thus depriving
the worthy Peter Jackson, the Australian heavyweight champion, of a
chance at the title.
It would take Jack Johnson’s 1908 capture of the heavyweight
title from Tommy Burns to overcome the color barrier. After his 1910
defeat of James J. Jeffries, a white heavyweight champion who came
out of retirement to vanquish the Negro upstart, the novelist Jack
London publicly sought ‘‘a great white hope’’ to challenge Johnson.
Johnson’s victory was greeted with public outrage, inflamed by the
new champion’s profligate lifestyle. The moral character of a fighter
has always been a part of his draw. Johnson drank, caroused, and lived
openly with a white women, inflaming public sentiment already
predisposed against him. He was finally indicted on a morals charge,
and fled the country to avoid prosecution.
‘‘To see race as a predominant factor in American boxing is
inevitable,’’ writes Joyce Carol Oates in her thoughtful book On
Boxing, ‘‘but the moral issues, as always in this paradoxical sport, are
ambiguous. Is there a moral distinction between the spectacle of black
slaves in the Old South being forced by their white owners to fight to
the death, for purposes of gambling, and the spectacle of contempo-
rary blacks fighting for multi-million-dollar paydays, for TV cover-
age from Las Vegas and Atlantic City?’’ Over time, the parameters of
the racial subtext have shifted, but in 1937 when Joe Louis, a former
garage mechanic, won the heavyweight title from James J. Braddock,
his managers, leery perhaps of the furor Jack Johnson had caused,
carefully vetted their fighter’s public persona, making sure Louis was
always sober, polite, and far away from any white women when in the
public eye. The colorful ‘‘Sugar Ray’’ Robinson was a showman in
the Johnson tradition, but he, too, was careful not to overstep the
invisible line of decency.
Black boxers up to the present have been made to play symbolic
roles in and outside of the ring. Floyd Patterson, the integrationist
civil-rights Negro (who was, incidentally, forced to move from his
new house in New Jersey by the hostility of his white neighbors)
played the ‘‘great white hope’’ role against Sonny Liston, an unrepen-
tant ex-con street-fighter controlled by the mob. Muhammad Ali, who
refused to play the good Negro/bad Negro game, was vilified in the
press throughout the 1960s, unpopular among reporters as much for
his cocky behavior as for his religious and political militancy. Perhaps
race was never quite as crucial an issue in boxing following his reign,
but as recently as Mike Tyson’s bouts with Evander Holyfield in the
1990s, racial constructs were still very much a part of the attraction,
with Holyfield’s prominently displayed Christianity facing off in
a symbolic battle against the converted Muslim and convicted
rapist Tyson.
Class is as much a construct in modern boxing as race. Since
before the turn of the century, boxing has offered a way out of poverty
for young toughs. For 30 years after Jack Johnson’s reign, boxing
champions were uniformly white and were often immigrants or sons
of immigrants, Irish, Italian, or Eastern European. Boxing’s audience
was similarly comprised. The wealthy might flock to a championship
match at Madison Square Garden, but the garden variety bouts were
held in small, smoky fight clubs and appealed to either aficionados,
gamblers, or the working class. This provided up-and-coming fighters
with the chance to practice their skills on a regular basis, and more
importantly, made it possible for fighters, trainers, and managers to
make a marginal living off the fight game. As entertainment whose
appeal marginally crossed class lines, boxing’s status was always
contested, and the repeal of prohibition would only exacerbate
matters. Organized crime, looking for new sources of income to
replace their profits from bootleg liquor, took to fixing fights or
controlling the fighters outright (Sonny Liston’s mob affiliations
were out in the open, adding to his suspect moral rectitude). In the
1940s and 1950s, Jake LaMotta, for example, a contender from the
Bronx, was denied a chance at a championship bout until he knuckled
under to the demands of the local Mafia patriarch.
Nourished by the many boxing clubs in the New York area—the
undisputed capitol of boxing (to fighters and managers, out-of-town
meant anywhere not within the five boroughs of New York)—
controlled by the mob, the city was the center of a vital boxing culture.
Legendary gyms like Stillman’s Gym on Eighth Avenue were home
to a colorful array of boxers and managers. Fighters like Sugar Ray
Robinson, Jake ‘‘The Bronx Bull’’ LaMotta, and ‘‘Jersey Joe’’
Walcott were the heroes of the sport. Trainer Cus D’Amato, the
Aristotle of boxing, became a legend for discovering new talent
among the city’s underclass and resisting all incursions from the mob.
D’Amato specialized in saving up-and-coming delinquents from the
vagaries of the streets. He would discover heavyweight champion
Floyd Patterson and, towards the end of his life, Michael Tyson.
Legend has it he slept at his gym with a gun under his pillow. New
Yorker scribe A. J. Liebling covered the fights and the fighters,
leaving an especially vivid portrait of the boxing culture from this
time. In his portrait of Manhattan’s boxing milieu, he chronicled not
only the fights but the bars, the gyms, and the personalities that made
boxing such a colorful sport. Stillman’s (dubbed by Liebling the
University of Eighth Avenue), The Neutral Corner, and Robinson’s
Harlem Club, Sugar Ray’s, its walls festooned with collaged photos
of the flamboyant middleweight, all appear in Liebling’s many
boxing pieces. With his characteristic savoir-faire, he chronicled the
last great era of live boxing, or as some would say, the beginning of its
decline. Television had killed the small boxing clubs. Fighters who
showed promise were pushed up through the ranks too quickly, and
without the clubs, their inexperience was sadly apparent on the small
screen. Championship bouts still drew large crowds, but for the small
time managers, let alone boxers, television could not sustain the
vibrant culture so characteristic of boxing up to World War II.
Perhaps to fill this void, a string of boxing pictures started to
issue from Hollywood starting in the 1940s. Because of boxing’s
physicality, moral and psychological truths can be presented in stark
contrast. The drama is enacted on the boxer’s body, the repository of
truth and deception, and the fighter’s failure/success is inscribed upon
it. Aside from the standard boxing biopic (Golden Boy, 1939; Body
and Soul, 1947; Champion, 1949; Somebody Up There Likes Me,
1956; Raging Bull, 1980), two myths predominate: the triumph of the
underdog through perseverance, and the set-up, in which the boxer
(the innocent) is undone by the system. The Rocky films are perhaps
the best known of the former category, recasting the myth in an