"Champion of the World.
Maya Angelou1
    The last inch of space was filled, Yet people continued to wedge themselves along the walls of the Store2. Uncle Willie had turned the radio up to its last notch so that youngsters on the porch would not t miss a word. Women sat on kitchen chairs. dining-room chairs. stools, and upturned wooden boxes. Small children and babies perched on every lap available and men leaned on the shelves or on each other.
    The apprehensive mood was shot through with shafts of gaiety. as a black sky is streaked with lightning.
    "I ain't worried 'bout this fight. Joe's3 gonna whip that cracker4 like it's open season5..
    "He gone whip him till that white boy call him Momma."
    At last the talking finished and the string-along songs about razor blades were over and t
he light began.
,.A quick jab to the head.,, In the Store the crowd grunted. "A left to the head and a right and another left.'. One of the listeners cackled like a hen and was quieted.
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They're In a clinch, Louis Is trying to fight his way out."
Some bitter comedian on the porch said. 'That white man don. t mind hugging that now, I betcha."
    ,The referee is moving in to break them up. but Louis finally pushed the contender away and it. s an uppercut to the chin. The contender is hanging on. now he. s backing away. Louis catches him with a short left to the jaw.,,
    A tide of murmuring assent poured out the door and into the yard.
    "Another left and another left. Louis is saving that , The mutter [n the stor
e had grown into a baby roar and it was pierced by the clang of a bell and the announcer's 'That. s the bell for round three, ladies and gentlemen."
    As I pushed my way into the Store I wondered if the announcer gave any thought to the fact that he was addressing as "ladies and gentlemen" all the Negroes around the world who sat sweating and praying, glued to their master's voice."
    There were only a few calls for RC Colas, Dr Peppers, and Hires root beer6. The real festivities would begin after the fight. Then even the old Christian ladies who taught their children and tried themselves to practice turning the other cheek7 would buy soft drinks, and if the Brown Bomber's victory was a particularly bloody one they would order peanut patties and Baby Ruths also.
Bailey and I laid the coins on top of the cash register. Uncle Willie didn't allow us to ring up sales during a fight. It was too noisy and might shake up the atmosphere. When the gone rang for the next round we pushed through the near-sacred quiet to the herd of children outside.
    "He. s got Louis against the ropes and now it. s a left to the body uppercutand a right to the ribs. Another right to the body, It looks like it was low ... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the referee Is signaling but the contender keeps raining the blows on Louis. It's another to the body, and it looks like Louis is going down."
    My race groaned. It was our people falling. It was another lynching. yet another Black man hanging on a tree. One more woman ambushed and raped8. A Black boy whipped and maimed. It was hounds on the trail of a man running through slimy swamps. It was a white woman slapping her maid for being forgetful.
    The men in the Store stood away form the walls and at attention. Women greedily clutched the babes on their laps while on the porch the shufflings and smiles, flirtings and plnching of a few minutes before were gone. This might be the end of the world. If Joe lost we were back in slavery and beyond help. It would all be true; the accusations that we were lower types of human beings. Only a little higher than apes. True that we were stupid and ugly and lazy and dirty and unlucky and worst of all, that God himself hated us
and ordained us to be hewers of wood and drawers of water ,forever and ever. world without end.
    We didn't breathe. We did not hope. We waited.
    "He. s off the ropes, ladies and gentlemen. He's moving towards the corner of the ring." There was no time to be relieved. The worst might still happen.
    "And now it looks like Joe is mad. He's caught Carnera with a left hook to the head and a right to the head. There is a left jab to the body and another left to the head. There. s a left cross and a right to the head. The contender's right eye is bleeding and he can't seem to keep his block up. Louis is penetrating every block. The referee is moving in, but Louis sends a left to the body and it's an uppercut to the chin and the contender is dropping. He's on the canvas. ladies and gentlemen."
    Babies slid to the floor as women stood up and men leaned toward the radio.
    ,.Here's the referee. He. s counting. One, two. three, four. five. six. Is the conte
nder trying to get up again? "

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