Africa
1963.
It
was a time of hope and a time of promise. Two years after British Prime
Minister Harold MacMillan’s famous speech before a seemingly befuddled and
certainly resistant South African Parliament proclaiming an irresistible “Wind
of Change” sweeping across the African continent, a significant amount of
African countries could lay claim to the status of being independent nation
states. Indeed in May of that year, a total of 32 of them would meet in Addis
Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia to set up the Organisation of African
Unity.
The
path to full emancipation was still laden with obstacles: the Portuguese regime
of the fascist dictator Alberto Salazar remained steadfast in its desire to
hold on to its African dominions, the unilateral –and illegal declaration of
independence by a white minority government in Rhodesia was a couple of years
away and the racial supremacist construct of the National Party-led Apartheid
state of South Africa as indicated by the issuing of a series of draconian laws
and severe reactions to dissent such as the Sharpeville Massacre, was
unyielding in giving any serious thought to black majority rule.
Nonetheless,
seized by a pioneering spirit and by a sense of the dawning of a glorious new
age, the African nations set about the task of nation-building. But within the serious
endeavour of calibrating the distribution of national expenditure in areas such
as housing, health care, education and defence where did the development of
sports feature?
Not
by any significant measure it appears. For sure, no government could come close
to treating this area on parity with any of the aforementioned sectors, yet the
significance of sport as a device through which a sense of national identity
may be fostered and social cohesion promoted cannot be denied.
Indeed,
the more pragmatic and cynical steers of state have for millennia milked off
the benefits of using sports and games as an avenue through which the attentions
of the dissatisfied masses can be conveniently diverted by the associated
spectacle and fanfare.
Though
it was the era of the barefoot running colossus that was Abebe Bikila, who had
won gold for Ethiopia in the marathon at the 1960 Rome Olympics; a title which
he would retain four years later at the Tokyo games, and also the one in which
football, the most popular sport on the continent, was dominated by the ‘Black
Stars’ of Ghana, the path of many of Africa’s budding sportsman and women was
not an easy one.
No
sport, perhaps, was littered with more obstacles than was boxing. Described in
the most favourable light as the ‘noble sport’ but gruesomely depicted by some
self-appointed custodians of social morality as being a remnant of less
civilised times, boxing had been introduced into much of Africa by the
institutions of colonialism.
A
rudimentary infrastructure of professional boxing spouted around many urban
areas of the continent forming the basis for a segment of a market for
entertainment as well as the manufacture of minor celebrities. But the reality
was that most fighters could barely eke out a living in their local
environment.
They
needed to move to cities in the colonial ‘mother nations’ that governed them if
they were to earn more money, develop their talent and also, if they were to
stand a chance of achieving the highest laurels in the sport.
It
was through such migration that Richard Ihetu, better known by his ring nom de
guerre Dick Tiger, would start the process which would ultimately lead him to
the pinnacle of his sport. The prevalent post-war conditions in Britain had
permitted this.
The
British Nationality Act of 1948, which relaxed previously existing immigration
and travel restrictions provided a key plank through which many West African
fighters, particularly emanating from Nigeria and the Gold Coast (later Ghana),
could fill the rapidly depleting ranks of pugilists created by a depression in
the British boxing industry.
Their
usual entrance point was the north-western city of Liverpool, but they plied
their trade in the municipal halls and stadium venues around the country as
cheap labour for managers and promoters who in the 1950s struggled to survive
amid the effects of the Entertainment Tax legislation which doubled the levy
affixed to the receipts of most sporting events.
The
circumstances for professional advancement were none too promising but in 1957,
Nigeria’s Hogan ‘Kid’ Bassey would accomplish the feat of becoming that
nation’s first world champion by defeating Cherif Hamia in Paris.
Dick
Tiger, a middleweight, who followed Bassey’s footsteps to England and then
America by securing respectively the British Empire title in 1958 and then a
world title in 1962, had been on the verge of giving up his adventure as a
prize-fighter when he lost his first four bouts when relocated to England.
Tiger
had dethroned the American Gene Fullmer in October of 1962 and in the
contractually obligated return bout held four months later in Las Vegas, both
men had fought to a draw.
It
was at this moment that the idea of staging a third match on African soil was
touted; tentative at first but gradually getting louder until it reached a
fevered crescendo.
The
sense of an opportunity in the making pervaded the discourse in the Nigerian
press, as well as the boxing press in the United States and Britain. Nigeria, a
large entity but a foundling nation nonetheless, could seize the moment to use
its sole world boxing champion as the symbol of a progressive, vital nation
possessed with the capacity of staging events of impressive magnitude.
At
the heart of such a project would be its own citizen Dick Tiger, a young man
who by virtue of his status and genial personality was custom made to fulfil
the role of standard bearer of a new nation on the cusp of greatness.
And
the significance of boxing as a combat sport which was apt at carrying great
symbolism would not have been lost on them, for boxing, particularly in the
heavyweight division, has through the ages lent itself as a metaphor reflecting
social and political currents and events.
The
1908 bout between Jack Johnson, the first black heavyweight champion, and Tommy
Burns as well as Johnson’s match with the former undefeated champion, Jim
Jeffries in 1910 projected a battle for supremacy between the black and white
races, while in 1938, Joe Louis’s defence against the German Max Schmeling
provided a veritable symbol of ideological warfare and a precursor to an
imminent worldwide conflagration between the nations of the ‘free world’ and those
which had embraced fascism.
A
Tiger-Fullmer bout staged on Nigerian soil would in one sense provide the
perfect forum for announcing Nigeria’s arrival onto the world stage, at least
as far as sporting events were concerned.
And
Dick Tiger, a 33-year-old who projected an image of a gentleman and a warrior
of honour, would be the perfect representative in such an endeavour. It was
Tiger after all, whom one American sports journalist referred to as a
“pugilistic plenipotentiary”; promoting his country and educating those who he
met in New York and his travels elsewhere about the misconceptions they held
about what Africa was like. The “chamber of commerce” pitch which he had
consistently employed during his sojourns in the United States would be an
asset in selling the bout.
Four
days after the drawn bout with Fullmer, Basio Osagie a prominent journalist
with the Daily Times newspaper called
a press conference in Lagos to announce the formation of the ‘Dick Tiger-Gene
Fullmer Fight Campaign Committee’ which set as its objective the task of
bringing the third Tiger-Fullmer clash to Nigeria.
There
was only one organisation in Nigeria with the resources to sponsor a bout of
such magnitude, and Osagie called on the federal government to underwrite the costs.
The
next month in New York City, Simeon Adebo, Nigeria’s Ambassador to the United
Nations, made the following plea to the audience watching Dick Tiger receive
the Edward J. Neil Award for 1963’s ‘Fighter of the Year’:
“We
have had two world champions, but neither has boxed as champion in his
homeland. You have championship fights all the time in the United States. Don’t
you think we’re entitled to one? We want Dick Tiger to fight for us while he is
still champion.”
There
were of course a number of stumbling blocks that needed to be overcome. How
much money would the government prepared to raise and who would promote it?
There
were detractors. Not without a semblance of justification, there were those who
argued that such an undertaking would amount to a something of a ‘prestige
project’ with all the negative connotations that this implied.
“A
grand idea” opined the Nigerian Daily Telegraph, but “poor economics.” One
member of the Nigerian Parliament even took to the floor to announce that such
an endeavour would quite frankly be a “waste of money”.
But
Chief Modupe Johnson, the flamboyant Minister for Labour and Sports reckoned
that would not be the case. He pledged £20,000 on behalf of the federal
government and within a few weeks would solicit £15,000 each from Nigeria’s
regional governments.
The
total of £65,000 to underwrite a proposed Tiger-Fullmer bout compared
favourably to the $100,000 being offered by the Gillette Company in America
which was proposing to fit the match into the extensive annual advertising
campaigns which it held around Father’s Day weekend.
Tiger’s
manager, Wilfred ‘Jersey’ Jones had been gravitating towards the offer by
Gillette, but taken by the sense of history in the making as well as the
representations of Tiger, opted to pursue the Nigerian option.
He
spoke with Chief Johnson and requested that Johnson draft in an established
promoter who would oversee the organising and marketing of the fight. The man
who was selected was English promoter, Jack Solomons.
At
62-years of age, Solomons could lay claim to being Britain’s greatest ever
promoter of boxing. He had been born into a family of Jewish fishmongers in
London’s East End and gravitated to promoting boxing matches; in the 1930s
humble, small scale affairs at the Devonshire Club but by the post-war period,
selling the British fight public hugely successful bouts involving the likes of
Freddie Mills and Bruce Woodcock.
He
was not averse to applying himself in uncharted waters. He scoured war-ravaged
Europe for boxers who could provide opposition to his stable of fighters and
regularised the one time novel venture of bringing over American fighters to
the United Kingdom. His crowning glory came in 1951, when he invited the
legendary Sugar Ray Robinson to England to defend his world middleweight title
against Randolph Turpin.
In
May, with the contractual details settled for an open air bout in July at the
newly built Liberty Stadium in the city of Ibadan, Dick Tiger began a six-week
training programme at New York City’s Catholic Youth Association Gymnasium.
But
his trainer, Jimmy August, was full of apprehension about making the trip. “He
thinks everyone over there is a cannibal,” Tiger mischievously confided to
reporters.
This
lack of enthusiasm in journeying to Africa appeared to have taken hold of his
opponent Fullmer, whose date of arrival was delayed owing to a foot ligament
injury sustained in training and which appeared not to be healing “as fast as
expected.”
The
Nigerian press who suspected otherwise began running a series of stories on
Fullmer’s apparent reservations about the quality of food, water and sanitary
conditions he and his entourage would be expected to face in an African
environment.
Fullmer
denied having made such comments, claiming that he was misquoted but the reason
for his delayed arrival as would be revealed later on, had been contrived due
to an illness suffered by the wife of his manager, Marv Jensen. The bout was
rescheduled for August the 10th and Fullmer arrived on July the 19th.
About
his stay in Nigeria, he told this writer that “they gave us a welcome like I’ve
never been welcomed in any place.”
A
huge crowd gathered to watch him make the obligatory courtesy call of a
visiting celebrity to the palace of the Oba of Lagos. Then a few hours later,
an even larger one of 150,000 lined the streets of Ibadan to serenade his name
as he made his way to an official reception organised by the government of the
Western Region at the Liberty Stadium.
Crowds
milled around his training camp which he set up at the gymnasium of the
University of Ibadan and many willingly paid the shilling (14 cents) entrance
fee to watch him go through his paces.
Within
the week, he was happy enough to write home to Utah confirming that the “food
is good, the weather is kind and the people are very friendly.”
But
the star was Dick Tiger, who in July was announced as being the recipient of
the M.B.E. medal awarded in the name of the Queen. Basing his training camp at
the Abalti Army Barracks in Lagos, his image adorned countless billboards and
numerous newspaper advertisements in which he endorsed products ranging from
Quaker Oats to Dunlop tyres. The press was saturated with columns on the
mundane happenings in his training camp and tales of how he had risen out of
grinding poverty.
His
public appearances were characterised by cheering crowds and his training camp,
deluged with many onlookers, was often pandemonium. This caused much
consternation with August who could barely tolerate the habit of the audience
who yelled at almost every punch Tiger threw at the punching bag or at his
sparring partners.
His
ire was raised when one morning he was unable to negotiate a path through the
mass of human bodies thronging around the training camp. A police guard was
placed around the ring for all sessions held after this incident.
Fight
fever gripped the country. A political truce was declared by opposing parties
in the Parliament of the Eastern region whose members also passed a resolution
granting civil servants a two-day holiday. The Northern Parliament out-did them
by affording their staff a four-day holiday. All regions negotiated cheaper
fare rates with public and private transport services for those travelling to
watch the fight in Ibadan.
On
fight night the Liberty Stadium throbbed with excitement as thirty thousand
spectators geared up for the bout. At ringside along with Governor-General
Nnamdi Azikiwe sat the ambassador of the United States and other political
dignitaries. Encircling the ringside
area and the vantage points leading to the ring were 250 members of the elite Queen’s
regiment; each resplendent in a scarlet and yellow jacket which was topped by a
red fez.
At
8.30 PM the moment finally arrived. The lights went out as a fanfare of
trumpets blasted around the stadium. Then two spotlights returned to reveal
Fullmer who had emerged from the stadium’s underground dressing room walking
towards the ring while attired in a kente cloth robe. The crowd roared its
approval. Then another blackout and resumption of light was met by the
deafening approval of the audience cheering for Tiger who wore a blue and
silver kente robe.
The
champion was a picture of calm. His team of Jones and August had kept their
advice simple: “don’t get overly anxious because you are fighting before your
countrymen.”
In
truth, the first round was the only round of the fight in which both men would
compete in a manner approaching parity. From the second, Tiger had settled to a
steady rhythm by which he bored towards Fullmer with a jab and followed up with
punch combinations to the head and body.
Fullmer
gradually but inexorably wilted as Tiger pressed at him with an array of
jarring blows. Stunned by the sight of Tiger’s punches rocking the American’s
head backwards and sideways as flecks of blood began marking a trail around the
ring canvas, one Nigerian official seated a few feet from the ring asked
incredulously: “Is this Fullmer human?”
By
the end of the third, the 32-year-old Fullmer seemed a spent force. Back at his
corner during the minute’s rest, his father and his manager Jensen both pleaded
with him to quit, but his response was to vigorously shake his head from
side-to-side.
He
fought with raw courage but this was not enough against power and sublime skill
of Dick Tiger. The damage being wrought by Tiger’s fists was all too apparent
as the din of the bell ended round seven.
“Fullmer’s
face,” wrote London Daily Mirror
correspondent Peter Wilson, “was a rubbery caricature of a human countenance; a
contour map of disaster with bumps and lumps for mountains, ridges and
meandering red streaks for the rivers.”
Jensen
had seen enough, and as chief second, he notified referee Joe Hart that the
fight should be ended. Fullmer, who could not see out of his right eye,
provided no objection. Hart proceeded to Tiger’s corner to raise his hands to
the acclaim of the spectators in the stadium. It was to be the beginning of a night
of widespread celebration, although some remained aloof from the festive mode.
Tai
Solarin for instance, the educator and journalist who revelled in his role as
the conscience of the nation railed against the “profligacy” of the fight. The
estimated cost of £120,000, he felt, would have been better spent on educating
forty thousand young Nigerians to degree level.
But
he was decidedly in the minority. The Nigerian
Outlook editorialised about the “spirit of unity and national brotherhood”
which the fight had helped develop while Dick Tiger himself wrote for the Ring magazine claiming that the
“worldwide publicity and prestige” the fight had brought to Nigeria was of the
sort which could not be measured in purely financial terms.
On
this point there was much concurrence. Thirteen days later his name cropped up
in a conversation between John F. Kennedy, the American president and Prime
Minister Abubakar Tafawa Balewa with JFK informing Balewa that “we look forward
to having Dick Tiger come over here (again)”.
Cabling
Tiger soon after the bout, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, Ghana’s president and embodiment
of pan-African sentiment lauded Tiger’s achievement as testimony “of the
ability of the African to scale the highest ladder of human achievement.”
Fifty
years have passed since Dick Tiger’s duel with Gene Fullmer; the first world
title bout staged in ‘black Africa’ occurring over a decade before the famous
‘Rumble in the Jungle’ between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman. What has been
its legacy? The answer must surely be a mixed one.
Although
the actual financial returns of the fight were not officially released, the
fact that the expected attendance of 45,000 spectators fell short by 15,000 was
one indication that the fight had operated at a net loss.
Yet
looking back, it was an event which needed
to be staged. The rationale for this may be ascribed to what in modern parlance
is termed as ‘nation branding’. As an emerging nation, the country had to use
all devises at its disposal to bring the world’s attention to it. And the
seriousness attached by the country’s leaders to the event cannot be
underestimated.
On
the morning of the fight, a full-spread advertisement placed by the Western
region government had portrayed the image of a gloved Tiger astride the African
continent with the caption: ‘Toward That Noble and Rewarding Venture of Nation
Building’.
That
of course went contrary to events which were brewing. The Western region had itself
been in great political turmoil and the nation would be wracked by a series of
general strikes. Then the army mutinies and anti-Igbo pogroms of 1966 would
provide a baleful prelude to the civil war which would be fought with the
secessionist state of Biafra.
While
the Tiger-Fullmer bout did provide the template for Ghana’s staging of a world
title match between Floyd Robertson and Sugar Ramos in the year that followed, the
notion that the holding of world title bouts in Africa would become something
of a common occurrence would in due course be put to rest.
The
defence by Saoul Mamby against Obisia Nwankpa in 1981 is the only other world
title fight to be held in Nigeria and between that and the Dick Tiger-Gene
Fullmer bout, the biggest boxing event held on Nigerian soil was the 1976 Commonwealth
lightweight title bout between Dele Jonathan and Scotland’s Jim Watt.
No
other world title bouts have been held there although there were strenuous but
ultimately abortive efforts made to have the short-lived, heavyweight champion
Samuel Peter defend his title in Abuja. A similar picture exists in Ghana whose
long-reigning world champion Azumah Nelson never put his title on the line on
home territory.
The
reasons are not too hard to discern. The nations of Africa, with the exception
of South Africa through its ‘Sun City’ entertainment complex, are unable to
muster the financial resources required to stage major world title contests.
The
level of infrastructure required to sustain a credible industry catering to
professional boxing in Nigeria is for the most part non-existent. Dating back
to a period that began a few years after the Tiger-Fullmer bout, the Nigerian
government adopted a policy of discouraging the leading lights of the nation’s amateur
boxing program from turning professional.
Furthermore,
no viable home-grown economic model for organising the professional game has
been developed among a class of sporting entrepreneurs; a not too surprising
difficulty given that TV channels expect fight promoters to pay them for the
privilege to covering their fights.
Talent
as in the past has only stood a chance of being nurtured by boxers journeying
to the United States or Europe. Thus over the years, promising amateur fighters
who do well in international competitions such as Samuel Peter and Ike
Ibeabuchi are snapped up by foreign scouts.
And
what of the protagonists in the remarkable bout held fifty years ago? Gene
Fullmer, now an octogenarian, retired from the sport after his loss to Tiger and
settled down to the life of a mink farmer in his native state of Utah.
For
Dick Tiger, at the time of the bout, at the apex of his fame as well as a
standard bearer for the newly independent nation, what remained of his short
life was to be a tumultuous ride through the Igbo-dominated Biafran enterprise in
which he participated as a propagandist having renounced his associations with
Nigeria; the gain and loss of two further world championships, and, after the
capitulation of Biafra, a futile battle against the incurable cancer to which
he succumbed in December of 1971.
The
disapprobation toward Tiger by the then ruling military elite over his war time
activities served over the long term to plunge his achievements down an
Orwellian-type memory hole from which he has seemingly never recovered.
But
memories of that night in Ibadan and of how he brought a nation together in an
event which underscored the communal sense of the promise of great things to
come which permeated the atmosphere in the first few years that followed independence
are surely too precious to remain suspended indefinitely.
That
would be an injustice to the man as well as a self-inflicted wound on the
nation which once so dearly embraced him.
(c)
Adeyinka Makinde (2013)
Adeyinka
Makinde is a writer and law lecturer who is based in London. He is the author
of the biography DICK TIGER: The Life and
Times of a Boxing Immortal. His latest book is JERSEY BOY: The Life and Mob Slaying of Frankie DePaula.