I Called My Training Camp

There Are More Pleasant Things To Do Than Beat Up People.

Joe Frazier Is Ugly. He Has No Rhythm, No Footwork, No Class, He Cannot Talk.

Emmett Till And I Were About The Same Age. A Week After He Was Murdered... I Stood On A Corner With A Gang Of Boys, Looking At Pictures Of Him In The Black Newspapers And Magazines. In One, He Was Laughing And Happy. In The Other, His Head Was Swollen And Bashed In, His Eyes Bulging Out Of Their Sockets, And His Mouth Twisted And Broken... I Couldn't Get Emmett Till Out Of My Mind, Until One Evening I Thought Of A Way To Get Back At White People For His Death.

I Got Nothing Against No Viet Cong. No Vietnamese Ever Called Me A >.

My Toughest Fight Was With My First Wife.