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The Tyson pieces, to me, not only document the pride that
Tyson engendered in a young African American man living in a poor, segregated community
in Louisiana, but also provoke questions about the role of the black athlete,
and especially the black heavyweight boxer, as a source of pride in a community
which still struggles for equality in America. Is there something about a
successful African American boxer that gives him special status, above and
beyond other types of athletes, as a sports star for his community? What have
these great heavyweight boxers (Johnson, Louis, Ali, Tyson et al.) meant to a
struggling African American community through the years? How have the roles of these boxers for their
communities changed as America has changed? To what extent is pride engendered
through the heavyweight champ’s background and personality, as well as his race?
Finally, have these boxing idols been more of a force, ironically, for
pacification or, instead, perhaps, for motivation to face and overcome hardship?
Despite the fact that issues of poverty are generally kept
out of the news, and racial discrimination and prejudice are often dealt with
only after personal tragedy and social protest, many black folks in America
clearly still seem to be suffering greatly. 70% of black children are born into single
parent homes, black unemployment is twice that of white unemployment, about 9%
(1/11) of African American men are in jail, 27% of black folks live beneath the
poverty line (46% of black children under 6 live in poverty), the high school
graduation rate for African American males is only around 50%, and cancer,
diabetes and cardiovascular diseases are much higher in the black population than
among white folks (just to highlight a few disparities). Under such harsh and
adverse circumstances, black role models regularly become a source of pride and
hope for those who struggle in the city. In his pieces Davenport regularly
writes about the importance of Tyson as a hero. In one piece he writes that Tyson
was a blessing. In another he was the black knight on a white horse. Every
African American kid in the neighborhood wanted to be like Mike Tyson.
In one of his pieces at Louis B. James, Bruce Davenport Jr.
writes below an image of a boxing ring that when a Mike Tyson fight was on TV,
the housing project where he grew up became as silent as a church. I loved that
Davenport would reference a church and a Tyson fight in, as it were, the same
breath. The so-called ‘inner-city black church’ experience has often been
maligned by sociologists who claim that it is merely a pacifying and coping agent
in the lives of oppressed and suffering people – they argue it reassures people
that things are not as bad as they seem, when , in fact, things are actually
worse than they seem. Other sociologists
cite positive and motivational aspects of this church experience and claim that
the church benefits its members greatly – a source of pride and hope is
necessary to one’s survival in adverse and oppressive circumstances. By,
however, loosely and subtly equating a quiet housing project during a Tyson
fight to a church, Davenport helps also call into question the effect the black
athlete has had in the African American community during a time of struggle. The
question is asked: Is the black athlete the potential double edged sword
(pacifier and/or galvanizer) that the black church might also be? Does the
black athlete merely reassure and mollify, or does he motivate and inspire?
Through his writings on the paper on which he has created
his pieces, Davenport puts Tyson within the tradition of the very great black
heavyweight boxers. References are made,
among others, to Jack Johnson, Joe Louis and Mohammed Ali. Jack
Johnson, one of America’s first pop culture superstars, flaunted convention and
was ultimately maliciously arrested and imprisoned for a year for allegedly taking
a prostitute across a state line for immoral purposes. Joe Louis grew up in the Jim Crow South,
during some of the worst years of lynching, moved to Detroit and became a type
of All-American anti-Nazi propaganda weapon. Ali refused military service in
Vietnam (‘The white man wants to send the black man to kill the yellow man.’),
was nearly thrown in jail for this and was stripped of his heavyweight championship
belt for three years during various legal wranglings. Tyson, abandoned by his
father, bullied mercilessly as a child, living in a neighborhood of violence
and crime, had been arrested over 30 times by the time he was 13.
These various “outsider-art” drawings of Tyson in various
bouts throughout his career are affecting and meaningful to me in that they
show the need those of us who struggle have to find proof that the system can
be beat. The whole game is rigged, but a black guy from Brooklyn who would
otherwise be in jail is now on TV with the whole world cheering for his
victory. In a situation that could otherwise be hopeless, and lead to despair,
the Tysons who defy all odds can raise our spirits and keep us going. The world
had abandoned Tyson. But for one kind social worker (Bob Stewart) and one warm-hearted
trainer (Cus D’Amato), who saw humanity in someone otherwise abused and
discarded, Tyson would be dead or in a cell now. So it’s not just Tyson who is
celebrated here. It is the belief that we can’t give up on each other and that
we have to forgive and overlook the past and that in this very act of faith in
ourselves and each other, we can overcome and transform ourselves and the
world.
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