it would take like 10 white dudes to do anything to him anyway.. maybe that's why he always got away with his white women love, back in them damned days seriously you couldn't pay me to be a brotha living in Amerikkkkkkkka, during the 20s and 30s. let alone a brotha struttin around town with some fine ass white jawns.
let me say it again, incase ya'll bucks can't read HELL to Da NAW! 2008 ain't perfect, but it mo betta than gettin hosed down by crazy ass cops and mean mofo dogs
Johnson was the Champ from 1908 to 1915. Amerikkka was the name it was spelled back then. If I hanged with him I make sure to place my bets on his fights like that Reno one against Jim Jeffries that July 4th in 1910.
I used to fight out of Reno! I had this fight on tape too (I would study a lot of fighters like J.J. and Henry Armstrong who held the title in three weight classes simultaneously) During the fight he was actually saying stuff to Jim Jeffries like "delivery for Mr. Jeff" and then would hit him with a shot. He was talking shit to Jeffries trainer too, Gentleman Jim Corbett who he beat into retirement a few years before, whenever he would get over to their corner. Maybe he was mad about them busting watermelons over his head while he was doing road work leading up to the fight. Once when a reporter asked him about his "predilection for the company of White women" he responded, "Because I eat cold eel and think distant thoughts." The cat also was a race car driver who invented the crescent wrench, so he wasn't your average punch drunk pug. (pugilist)