Mohammed Ali To Be Given A Public Funeral Procession By State Of Kentucky


The family of boxing legend, Mohammad Ali, who died on Friday at age 74 after a long battle with Parkinson’s disease, has announced that a public funeral procession and memorial service will take place in his hometown of Louisville, Kentucky on Friday. Former US president Bill Clinton, comedian Billy Crystal and sports journalist Bryant Gumbel will offer eulogies for the three-time world heavyweight champion

Family spokesman, Bob Gunnell said that a small family funeral will precede the public service on Thursday. Gunnel said that “A rather large funeral procession will take Muhammad Ali through the streets of Louisville to allow anyone that is there from the world to say goodbye.”

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He noted that Ali himself had requested much of the planned service, which is to be conducted in accordance with “Muslim tradition” and in the presence of an imam. That public parade will end at Cave Hill Cemetery, where Ali will be buried.

Gunnell told reporters that the official cause of death was “septic shock due to unspecified natural causes.” He added that Ali was first hospitalized on Monday. “We still had a lot of hope it was going to turn around,” he said, but it later became clear that the boxer’s condition was deteriorating.

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“His final hours were spent with just immediate family,” he added. “He did not suffer.”

Meanwhile, President Barack Obama and his wife on Saturday paid tribute to the late boxing great, saying that he was a towering champion “who fought for what was right” not just in the ring but outside it as well. The statement issued by the White House read:

 Muhammad Ali was The Greatest.  Period.  If you just asked him, he’d tell you.  He’d tell you he was the double greatest; that he’d “handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder into jail.”

But what made The Champ the greatest – what truly separated him from everyone else – is that everyone else would tell you pretty much the same thing.

Like everyone else on the planet, Michelle and I mourn his passing.  But we’re also grateful to God for how fortunate we are to have known him, if just for a while; for how fortunate we all are that The Greatest chose to grace our time.

In my private study, just off the Oval Office, I keep a pair of his gloves on display, just under that iconic photograph of him – the young champ, just 22 years old, roaring like a lion over a fallen Sonny Liston.  I was too young when it was taken to understand who he was – still Cassius Clay, already an Olympic Gold Medal winner, yet to set out on a spiritual journey that would lead him to his Muslim faith, exile him at the peak of his power, and set the stage for his return to greatness with a name as familiar to the downtrodden in the slums of Southeast Asia and the villages of Africa as it was to cheering crowds in Madison Square Garden.

“I am America,” he once declared. “I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me – black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Get used to me.”

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That’s the Ali I came to know as I came of age – not just as skilled a poet on the mic as he was a fighter in the ring, but a man who fought for what was right.  A man who fought for us.  He stood with King and Mandela; stood up when it was hard; spoke out when others wouldn’t.  His fight outside the ring would cost him his title and his public standing.  It would earn him enemies on the left and the right, make him reviled, and nearly send him to jail.  But Ali stood his ground.  And his victory helped us get used to the America we recognize today.

He wasn’t perfect, of course.  For all his magic in the ring, he could be careless with his words, and full of contradictions as his faith evolved.  But his wonderful, infectious, even innocent spirit ultimately won him more fans than foes – maybe because in him, we hoped to see something of ourselves.  Later, as his physical powers ebbed, he became an even more powerful force for peace and reconciliation around the world.  We saw a man who said he was so mean he’d make medicine sick reveal a soft spot, visiting children with illness and disability around the world, telling them they, too, could become the greatest.  We watched a hero light a torch, and fight his greatest fight of all on the world stage once again; a battle against the disease that ravaged his body, but couldn’t take the spark from his eyes.

Muhammad Ali shook up the world.  And the world is better for it.  We are all better for it.  Michelle and I send our deepest condolences to his family, and we pray that the greatest fighter of them all finally rests in peace.