Muhammad Ali: D- Student? or F- School?

[Note: The blog ate my homework. An hour's work this morning, up in digital smoke. Enjoy the cross-post from April 2008. It actually expands on the "Good Teaching with Bad Curriculum? Part 2 post from earlier this week. - Clay]

I went into a restaurant downtown - you couldn't do that back then, because things weren't integrated yet - and I sat down with my [Olympic] gold medal around my neck, and the waitress came up, and I said, 'Yes, I'd like, uh, a cup of coffee, and a hot dog.' And she said, 'I'm sorry, we don't serve negroes here.' And I got so angry, I said, 'And I don't eat them, either. Now bring me a hot dog!' -- Muhammad Ali, 1971 TV interview (YouTube embedded below)

You never could have made me believe years ago, when I got out of high school with a D- average - and they gave me the minus because I won the Olympics, 1960, I graduated in 1960 and I won the Olympics in 1960 - . . . . and if you would have told me that I would be offered a professorship to teach philosophy and poetry at Oxford, and speak at Harvard, I never would have believed it. -- Muhammad Ali, Harvard graduation speech 1975 (YouTube here)

In 1964, [Muhammad] Ali failed the U.S. Armed Forces qualifying test because his writing and spelling skills were sub par. -- Wikipedia

What Ali Shows Us about Writing-Privileged Assessment

It's been a sleep-in Saturday after a long week. I woke up and took a rare cruise through YouTube. It started with laughs with Ali G, and ended with inspiration from Muhammad Ali.

This post is for any student who, like Ali in the epigraph above, has a low GPA (and thus a low self-image), but a brilliant mind. It's also for teachers of those students who wish they could do their part to make that GPA more accurately reflect that student's abilities.

Listen, in this YouTube interview from 1971, to this "sub-par" English student's brilliance with language*, and laugh at the limitations of assessing writing and spelling to measure verbal intelligence:

And teachers - English teachers, especially, but any teacher using writing to assess understanding and merit in your classrooms - ask yourself, in this age of user-created video and audio, if it makes any sense to keep giving the Muhammed Ali's of our classrooms a D- because they can't write well, when they can speak well enough to be honored, like Ali was, at Harvard and Oxford. The English teacher in me is uncomfortable with this question, but the history teacher in me thinks it's justified: Writing is no longer supreme since the Digital Revolution. It's now on equal footing with Speaking and Graphic Communication. Isn't it?

If yes, then why, in most classrooms I've seen (and taught), is writing still weighted as around 75% of the final grade in the Language Arts classroom? And how can so many teachers who themselves are capable thinkers and creators, but horrible writers, justify this sort of assessment policy in their own practice?

Ali's language could "float like a butterfly and sting like a bee," and with it this man "shook the world" - but neither his high school nor the Army could reflect this in their assessments. Instead, they labeled him "below average" and "sub par." He didn't do standardized tests well.

It's been more than 50 years since Ali left high school. Can we leave that assessment philosophy now? (I hear the answers already: "Not until the SAT allows oral instead of written essays." Just kill me.)

Story Time: When I Met Ali First, and Second

I met Ali in 1982 or so in a West Hollywood restaurant on Sunset Boulevard*, serving him as his white-boy waiter. I was about 20. I told him my name was Clay, and that when I was in first grade in the '60s and he was still known as Cassius Clay, people called me "Cassius."

When he heard that, this gentle giant smiled, put up his lethal dukes, dodged and weaved for a split second while he said,

"Oh. So you a fighter."

Then he offered a handshake that swallowed my hand whole.

I was an English major in college then, but I didn't take mental marks off of Ali's performance for omitting the "are," didn't say, "You mean, 'You are a fighter.'" And this wasn't just because he could have lifted me over his head and snapped me in two. It was because his language, bad grammar and all, was far more electrifying than many a grammatically perfect professor I had at the time.

I was unschooled in Ali's history at that time. All I knew was that he was a heavyweight world champion of my childhood, and now had some sort of neural disorder (he often fell asleep at his table, and his wife would wake him up). I wish I'd known then what I know now - that he was one of the great men of the 20th century - so that I could have told him that. Instead, I just laughed with the stupid giddiness people often have in the face of celebrities, and served him his pasta.

Only years later, after watching Leon Gast's riveting documentary, When We were Kings, did I realize just how great Ali was - not only as a boxer, but also as a citizen and man of conscience for a nation adrift. Punished with the loss of his boxing license at the prime of his career for his political dissent and his refusal to fight in Vietnam, he became an American pariah.

Fifteen years after meeting him, I had another Ali moment. Having lost all desire to become an academic, but not having lost the lifetime of college debt I'd accumulated in that (for me) fool's quest, I was in a personnel processing center at Fort Leonard Wood, Arkansas, with a freshly shaved head and a duffel bag, ready to start Basic Training. There was a wall-mounted TV in the corner of the room, with live coverage of some important-looking outdoor ceremony. I was out of all media loops that summer, and didn't even know the Olympics were going on. It was the Torch-lighting ceremony on that TV that I was watching - and it was history. Ali lit that torch in his final, moral comeback. The audience and media adulation was for once justified. It brought tears to my eyes and gave me faith in America.

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*The critical thinking about race in religion and in US history are not too shabby either. And yes, while Ali shows a lack of critical thinking in his wholesale swallowing of everything Elijah Muhammad preached to him, we shouldn't be too hard on him. That's pretty common when people discuss their own religion.