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AFRICANS OF NOTE: Battling Siki
Battling Siki (September 16, 1897 – December 15, 1925), aka Louis Mbarick Fall, was a French light heavyweight boxer born in Senegal who fought from 1912–1925, and briefly reigned as the lineal light heavyweight champion after knocking out Georges Carpentier.
He was born Baye Fall in the port city of Saint-Louis, Senegal. While still a teenager, Siki changed his name, and moved to metropolitan France, where, by the age of 15, he began his professional boxing career. Siki’s early years were inauspicious. From 1912 to 1914 he compiled a record of just 8 wins, 6 losses and 2 draws.
When World War I erupted, Siki joined the French army. During the war he was decorated for bravery in battle, and honorably discharged.
After his discharge from the military, Siki resumed his boxing career. In October and November 1920 Siki boxed two matches in the Concertgebouw in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. He dated and married a Dutch woman and stayed in Amsterdam for a while. In this period he taught boxing at the amateur boxing club De Jonge Bokser (The Young Boxer).
From November 1, 1919, until he faced Georges Carpentier for the world’s light heavyweight championship in 1922, Siki compiled the impressive record of 43 wins in 46 bouts (21 KOS), suffering just 1 loss (on a decision) and 2 draws. Carpentier, the reigning World and European champion, agreed to fight Siki for the title, and they met in Paris, France on September 24, 1922.
Siki claimed that he had agreed to take a dive, but when Carpentier, dropped Siki, the outraged African decided to get up and fight. Although he had agreed to throw the fight, he did not intend to get beat up doing so.
In the sixth round Siki hit Carpentier with a powerful right uppercut that appeared to put Carpentier down and out for the count. The referee, however, claimed Siki had tripped Carpentier, and awarded the bout to the unconscious champion on a foul. Fearing a riot from the aroused crowd, the three ringside judges overruled the referee, and Siki was eventually declared the champion.
Siki then embarked on a well publicized rampage of partying and carousing. He would walk his pet lion down the Champs-Élysées while wearing his top hat and tuxedo. Siki was known to fire his revolvers in the air in public as a means of prompting his two great danes to do tricks. He was constantly reported drinking champagne in night clubs, and spent freely on flashy clothes and partying. He was fond of white women, and both his wives were white (his second-wife may have been mixed-race and white-passing).
During this time offers poured in from the United States for Siki to meet the leading heavyweight contender Harry Wills, middleweight champion Johnny Wilson, and the legendary Harry Greb. Attempts were even made to match Siki with the then reigning heavyweight champion Jack Dempsey.
Instead, Siki signed to defend his title against Irish light heavyweight Mike McTigue on Saint Patrick’s Day in Dublin. The bout was controversial and Siki lost his belt on decision and lost the title.
After losing his European title on a foul, Siki moved to the United States. His record in the States was poor and he failed to defeat any top-notch fighters. His failure to train properly was evident; his record after winning the title was a dismal 11 wins (7 KOS), 17 losses, 1 draw and 2 No Contests. It was during this time period that he suffered the only two knockout defeats of his career.
Even in the States Siki continued to carouse and train on booze and street brawls. Often, he would get drunk in speakeasies, refuse to pay the tab, and fight his way out.
On December 15, 1925, his reckless lifestyle caught up with him. He was stopped by a policeman who saw him staggering drunk on 42nd Street, not far from his apartment in New York City. Siki stated that he was on his way home, and walked off. Later he was found lying face down, shot twice in the back at close range, dead at the age of 28.
The Rev. Adam Clayton Powell, the father of Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., presided over his funeral, which was held in Harlem New York.
In 1993, his remains were repatriated to his home city of Saint-Louis, Senegal. His record was 64-25-5 with 35 knockouts.
Fulton street subway station
Bow Tie Infographic (source: BNT)
Love me a bow tie
Groot with Rocket Racoon
Art by Clint Langley
point of clarity
So miss me with that “I feel threatened” horseshit.
In other words every 17/20 murders of white folks are done by other white folks.
Let’s talk about that white on white crime, please….
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best press conference i’ve ever seen
Cam is hilarious
Since people now seem to think every NFL player is a piece of shit thanks to Ray Rice and Adrian Peterson, I think it’s a good time to say this: Brandon Marshall is my hero. Honestly. Like he changed my life so much and doesn’t even know it.
About three years ago he called a press conference and announced that he has borderline personality disorder. At the time, I had no idea what that was, but he mentioned that he started his own foundation dedicated to its awareness. I went to the website to see what it was all about, and as I read through the symptoms, I realized that many of them have been prevalent throughout my entire life. So many things about me suddenly started to make sense, so I decided I’d talk to a doctor about it and was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder not too long after (you should look it up if you’re not familiar with it).
I’ve thought about writing him a letter to let him know just how much his Project Borderline foundation (and my subsequent diagnosis) has affected my life, but idk I feel like it would just be a waste of time since he’s an NFL superstar and stuff. Probably wouldn’t even read it. Oh well.
I love this dude so much like last October he wore neon-green shoes during a game for Mental Health Awareness Week even though he knew he’d be fined $10,000 by the NFL for the uniform violation. He not only paid that fine but also matched it and donated it to his foundation. It’s just cool to see people use their fame to raise awareness on issues that are important to them.
I guess my point is, if it wasn’t for Brandon Marshall, my borderline personality disorder would’ve probably gone undiagnosed for my entire life and I wouldn’t be getting the help that I’m currently getting. I don’t even want to think about what my life would be like had this not happened.