Racism Is Not An Excuse To Not

The World Over - 50 Million Children Start Playing Tennis, 5 Million Learn To Play Tennis, 500,000 Learn Professional Tennis, 50,000 Come To The Circuit, 5000 Reach The Grand Slam, 50 Reach Wimbledon, 4 To Semi Final, 2 To The Finals, When I Was Holding A Cup I Never Asked God 'why Me?'. And Today In Pain I Should Not Be Asking God 'why Me?'

A Couple Of Times A Day I Sit Quietly And Visualize My Body Fighting The Aids Virus. It's The Same As Me Sitting And Seeing Myself Hit The Perfect Serve. I Did That Often When I Was An Athlete.

My Humanity, In Common With All Of God's Children, Gives The Greatest Flight To My Full Range Of My Possibilities.

There's No Better Stage Than The U.s. Open For Me

There Were Times When I Asked Myself Whether I Was Being Principled Or Simply A Coward.... I Was Wrapped In The Cocoon Of Tennis Early In Life, Mainly By Blacks Like My Most Powerful Mentor, Dr. Robert Walter Johnson Of Lynchburg, Virginia. They Insisted That I Be Unfailingly Polite On The Court, Unfalteringly Calm And Detached, So That Whites Could Never Accuse Me Of Meanness. I Learned Well. I Look At Photographs Of The Skinny, Frail, Little Black Boy That I Was In The Early 1950s, And I See That I Was My Tennis Racquet And My Tennis Racquet Was Me. It Was My Rod And My Staff.