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...seems to be the only indignity she was spared), her time as a street singer, her rise to drug and drink addled international fame, her inevitable decline and early death from cancer. Considerable attention is paid to the great love of her life, Marcel Cerdan (Jean-Pierre Martins), the middleweight boxing champion, who died in airplane crash at the height of his fame and their love affair...
...second week on the job, I asked him how things were going, especially with George W. Bush, someone else who has all but ignored him. That's when I saw the reflexes Reid developed 50 years ago, when he was going rounds in Las Vegas as a Golden Gloves middleweight. "I want to get along ..." he began, but he suddenly seemed at a loss for words. He slumped in his chair, buried his fist in his cheek and tapped his foot for a few awkward seconds. Then Reid let one fly: "He has 24 months left in his presidency...
Carter recounted the details of his conviction for triple murder in 1966 when he was at the height of his middleweight boxing career. He spoke of how he was saved from the electric chair only because of the quality of his legal representation, and how he still spent nearly twenty years in prison, ten of which were in the pitch dark of solitary confinement...
CONVICTION OVERTURNED. Rubin ("Hurricane") Carter, 48, former middleweight boxing contender who, along with Truck Driver John Artis, was convicted in 1967 of shooting three people in a Paterson, N.J., tavern; by a U.S. district judge, on the ground that the verdict was based on prejudice and prosecutors' errors. The case received national attention in 1976, when the New Jersey Supreme Court threw out the original convictions. Bob Dylan championed Carter's plight in song and, along with Boxer Muhammad Ali, helped raise a $600,000 defense fund. The two men were convicted again in a retrial after which Carter served...
Boxing right now is punch-drunk legends, venal managers, scheming promoters, calloused writers, hopeless under-cards, injured preliminary boys, several champions per myriad division and one middleweight monster. Also, lately, hectoring medical associations and posturing legislators. Watching a fight like last week's in both horror and appreciation, finding equal wonder in savagery and science, one is amazed and a little ashamed that there has always been a class poor enough for this uncivilized business, this simplest sport or this purest art. What can you call it? Jake LaMotta, still married, called it "the best three rounds of fighting...