The Fight of the Century was the mega boxing event that pit Muhammad Ali against Joe Fraizer. It was an undisputed heavyweight championship boxing match between WBA, WBC and The Ring heavyweight champion, Joe Frazier and Lineal champion, Muhammad Ali, on Monday, 8 March 1971, at Madison Square Garden in New York City.
The fight is widely regarded as the biggest boxing match in history and arguably the single most anticipated and publicised sporting event ever. An international audience observed the spectacle. It was the first time that two undefeated boxers, who held or had held the world heavyweight title, fought each other for that very title. The clash sold out Madison Square Garden; grossed $45 million in tickets at closed-circuit venues in the United States alone and was viewed by over 300 million people worldwide.
The Fight of the Century was more than just a sanctioned combat between two men: it became a proxy battle for a divided nation.
Born Cassius Marcellus Clay in Louisville, Kentucky, in 1942, Ali won gold at the Rome Olympics in 1960 and in February 1964, became world heavyweight champion by defeating Sonny Liston. The day after the Liston victory, Ali rejected the name Cassius Clay given to his family by a slave owner and revealed he had joined the Nation of Islam.
Ali’s reign unfolded against the backdrop of a nation tearing itself apart over civil rights and the war in Vietnam and the champ soon found himself at the nexus of them all when, having initially been rejected for military service, he was ordered to report before the draft board. Confronted by reporters when the news broke, Ali questioned why he should fly thousands of miles to kill people on behalf of a country that treated him and his fellow African Americans as second class citizens.
"If I thought that my going to Vietnam would help any of the millions of Black people in this country," he declared, "you wouldn’t have to send for me, I’d go. But it won’t. Going to war with these people won't help my people one bit. I’d rather go to jail." For good measure, he proclaimed that, "I ain’t got no quarrel with them Viet Cong."
On 28 April 1967, Ali made his refusal to join the armed forces formal, claiming conscientious objector status. That same day, the New York State Athletic Commission withdrew his boxing license and stripped him of his title. Boxing commissions across the country refused to allow him to fight in their jurisdictions, effectively banishing Ali from the sport.
Not until late 1970, after the tide of public opinion had turned strongly against the war, did he fight again, granted a license by a specially formed commission in the city of Atlanta over the vociferous objections of Georgia Governor, Lester Maddox, who declared fight night a, "day of mourning." Two courts had upheld the government’s refusal to accept Ali's conscientious objector status and now the case was making its way to the Supreme Court, where it was slated to be held in June 1971. Fully expecting the decision to go against him, Ali knew he had little time to lose and so after one more fight, he trained his sights on the man who had ascended to his throne while he had been in exile.
The son of sharecroppers, Joe Frazier left home at age 15 to learn to box and became an Olympic champion in 1964. He was in many ways Ali’s antithesis: whereas Ali was a loquacious showman, Frazier, in the words of broadcaster, Tim Ryan, who called his fight with Ali for Armed Forces Radio, "was a workaday guy, who lived the way he fought: just get in there, throw a hundred punches, be strong, and mind your own business."
He hadn't made any political statements or tied his colours to any mast; he had even helped Ali financially during his rival’s banishment and appealed to President Richard Nixon to grant him clemency. Purely by dint of his not being Ali, he became the unwitting hero of the establishment. Jerry Izenberg wrote in Once There Were Giants: The Golden Age of Heavyweight Boxing, "Many whites who disliked Ali on racial grounds adopted Frazier as their designated Black representative."
Ali piled on, deriding Frazier as too stupid and too ugly to be heavyweight champion and even, in the ultimate insult, dismissing him as an, "Uncle Tom." Tensions were high: Izenberg, who had written several columns for the Newark Star-Ledger supporting Ali's stance on the war, had his car windshield smashed in. It was, he noted, hippies against hard hats, the young generation against their elders, all of them using Ali and Frazier as cyphers and forgetting that, "As dramatic as the story was, this was still just a prize fight between two very good heavyweight boxers."
It was also attended by a galaxy of stars including: Woody Allen; Diana Ross; Dustin Hoffman; Burt Lancaster; Barbra Streisand; Sammy Davis Jr.; Hugh Hefner; author, Norman Mailer and – doing it his way – Frank Sinatra.
Sinatra, who listed photography as a lifelong hobby, had secured a deal (and with it a much sought-after ringside seat) with Life Magazine to take pictures of the fight. How he achieved this is uncertain. It was rumoured that even with his connections and influence, he was unable to secure a place in the front row. So, he approached Ralph Graves, the managing editor of Life, to work for the magazine as a guest photographer.
Graves insisted later: "Sinatra was always going to be at the fight and was always planning on bringing a camera with him. For our pictures of the action, we were relying on the magazine pool photographers at ringside. But it never hurts to have a horseshoe in your glove."
Four of Sinatra’s pictures, including the front cover shot, were used by Life to illustrate the story of the fight, written by Norman Mailer. However, not everyone’s approved. Robert Kelley, a former Life staff photographer, wrote a scathing letter to the magazine, saying: "Sirs: I'm so mad I could chew nails and spit tacks. I've been a professional news photographer 34 years (about 18 on Life’s staff) and what irks me is your cover. It was obviously selected because Frank Sinatra took it, rather than for any photographic excellence. In fact, it was a bad picture. What millions of Life readers wanted to see was Frazier's fist firmly implanted against Muhammad Ali's mouth."
Sinatra said later: "I got some good pictures, but I kept watching Frazier putting his head too far out for Ali to punch it. He was defying Ali, and I said to the newspaper guy next to me: 'He may win, but if he keeps that up, he's going to the hospital, taking all those punches.'"
He was right. Frazier did win but had to receive hospital treatment over the following month suffering from hypertension and kidney problems. Ali was also taken to hospital straight after the fight for treatment on his badly swollen jaw.
When fight night arrived, it was as much of an event as anticipated. "Everybody who was anybody was there," remembered boxing historian, Bert Sugar. "They were scalping hundred-dollar tickets for a thousand dollars outside … There were people coming in with white ermine coats and matching hats, and that was just the guys. Limousines lined up at Madison Square Garden for what seemed like 50 blocks."
"It wasn’t a normal fight crowd, even for a heavyweight title fight," recalls Ryan, author of, On Someone Else’s Nickel: A Life in Television, Sports, and Travel. "Here, you had people like the Cardinal of New York. There, you had the superstars like Diana Ross. Frank Sinatra was a ringside photographer for Life Magazine. Burt Lancaster was the colour commentator on the TV pay-per-view."
The fight itself lived up to the hype. Ali took control early, but by the sixth, he began to tire, weakened by the long lay-off and by Frazier's punches. Even in the ring, he continued the verbal taunting he had deployed during the build-up.
"Fool, don’t you know that God’s ordained I be champion?" he said during the 15th and final round. "Well, God’s gonna get his ass whupped tonight," retorted Frazier, who dipped and launched a left hook that exploded on Ali’s jaw, sending him to the canvas. Ali hauled himself up, but the knockdown ensured he would lose the round and the fight.
For those who had not only rooted for him but seen a part of them in him, who had raised him up as a symbol of resistance, it was a devastating blow. "It was awful," sports journalist and broadcaster, Bryant Gumbel, said in Thomas Hauser’s book, Muhammad Ali: His Life and Times. "I felt as though everything I stood for had been beaten down and trampled."
In the end, for all the import and symbolism that had been assigned to it, The Fight of the Century was, as Izenberg had written, just a fight. The Vietnam War continued for another four years; 51 years later, America remains riven by racial injustice and sport figures continue to use their platforms to call for social and political change.
Ali had lost the fight with Frazier. Three months later, he won his battle against the U.S. government when the Supreme Court ruled that it hadn't provided good reason to deny Ali conscientious objector status. He was free to continue his boxing career, which he did to great effect, reclaiming the heavyweight crown from George Foreman—who had taken it from Frazier—in the famous "Rumble in the Jungle" in Zaire in 1974.
Ali refused to publicly admit defeat and sought to define the outcome in the public's mind as a "White Man's Decision". Frazier lost the title 22 months later, when he was knocked down six times in the first two rounds by George Foreman in their brief but devastating 22 January 1973, title bout in Kingston, Jamaica
Ali split two bouts with Ken Norton in 1973 and was viewed by many as on a downward slide before a win in a rematch—Ali–Frazier II—in January 1974. That October, Ali shocked the world with a victory in Kinshasa, Zaire, over the heavily favoured Foreman to regain the heavyweight title in The Rumble in the Jungle.
Ali later went on to defeat Frazier in their third and final bout, The Thrilla in Manila, in 1975. By the time of the rematches the social climate in America had settled down, with the Vietnam War having ended in early 1973. Many dismissed the notion that Ali was a traitor and he was once again accepted as the heavyweight champion. People who had supported Frazier on political and racial grounds in the first bout so that they could see Ali get beat were less effusive and abandoned him after he lost his championship.
Without the same social divide, with the unknown of whether Ali could ever regain enough of his former greatness to dominate post-layoff partially answered and without the impetus of two unbeaten champions meeting one another for the first time; neither their second nor their third match-up would attain the unprecedented hype of the first
The year after, he and Frazier met again, in sweltering conditions in Manila; the two men rained blows on each other for 14 brutal rounds until Frazier’s corner intervened to save their man, his eyes almost completely closed, from further punishment.
Both continued to box, but neither was remotely the same again. Ali and Frazier, in many ways, made each other; ultimately, they destroyed each other. Frazier never forgave Ali for his taunts and insults; asked what he thought of Ali lighting the cauldron at the 1996 Olympic Games, he hissed, "They should have pushed him in."
In the eyes of others, their battles may have been representative of a broader conflict; for Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier, they were intensely personal.
"They did not fight for the heavyweight title of the world," noted Izenberg after the Manila fight. "The way they fought, they were fighting for the championship of each other. They could have fought on a melting ice floe in a phone booth. That wasn’t settled tonight, and even if they fight again, it will never be settled."
It seems like this fight was not the main significance. It was many fold. I'm finding it hard to form an opinion on this matter. Having to deal with racial matters is never a good thing. It's as if you're fighting an unwinnable situation. I believe that the behaviour of the fans and Ali are all part of the excitement. It can be boring if a fight has no exciting build up or there isn't any reaction to the result.
The first fight is always the best. You can't predict what will happen and who will win. As more fights occur between the same two, it can beome a bit redundant. It's possible that, at one point, that fans and pundits alike will roll their eyes and wave off the clash the more often it occurs.