#94,
Dust on Ashe
Arthur Ashe was one of my
heroes for a long time. I learned a
few things about race from him; I probably learned more about sportsmanship. But first, before saying anything about him,
I first need to make a confession. I
was an Ilie Nastase fanatic, much to my
own detriment. This meant I was a great
stylist on the court, and learned to do a number of trick shots – my Yannick-Noah-between-
the-legs shot is a winner; Noah made this shot famous when he won the French
Open, but I had seen Nastase do this shot (or one
similar) many years earlier in his victory over Rod Laver at Wembley
– but it also meant that my attitude sucked. I was at the other end of the
spectrum from the Borg god-like capacity for concentration.
I didn’t complain about line calls, I was English (that’s a joke),
but the slightest irritation and I would lose a set against a lesser opponent
before you could even say Evonne Goolagong. I remember reading about Nastase’s
victory over Ashe at
My view of Ashe changed considerably
when I played against him. Oh, alright,
that’s a little grandiose. I was a
snotty-nosed boarding-school kid just turned 13. Arthur Ashe had come down to the Malvern Tennis
Club to run a clinic, in the week preceding
I think at the time of the
clinic I was acturally a Newcombe supporter and was happy that he beat Stan Smith to
win on
He was an unlucky man: heart
attack victim, only to get AIDS from the transfusion.
That’s pretty unlucky. But I
don’t think he ever projected that. He
projected statesmanship, beauty, composure, decency, class. How many tennis players can you say that about?
How many people? Not many.
These things came flooding
into my head when I went looking through some old files for an entry I had
written on sports and gender for the Encyclopedia of Contemporary Culture.
I came across this 200-word Ashe entry I had written:
Born 1940 Died 1993
Eight
years after being turned away from the Richmond City Tennis Tournament in 1955
because of race, Ashe became the first African American on the U.S. Davis Cup
team, where he remained for fifteen years.
His two Grand Slam triumphs included the 1968 US Open at
Ashe’s dominance in tennis was limited by his
commitment to social and political issues off the court. In 1973 Ashe was allowed into
Ashe’s playing career ended in 1979 because of heart
problems. After by-pass surgery in 1983,
he contracted AIDS, from a blood transfusion.
After his death, ironically, controversy arose as citizens and the city
administration moved to place a memorial statue on Monument Row in
A tear came to my eye as I
read this, not really sure why, and it wasn’t because I had failed to mention
that great day when we had met among the Malvern Hills, the oldest hills in
the British Isles, and no doubt the hills that project the wisest vibes imbibed
by humankind.