In The Boxing Kings, I write of George Foreman: "Throughout his public career, he would resist every enticement to
sort people and events through the American racial lens." That trait was evident again in Foreman's 1995 autobiography, By George. In the brief introduction, Foreman stakes a position that (sadly) runs against the grain of much of our public conversation today:
I never make references to a human being’s color. As I did with bad language, I’ve eliminated from my vocabulary words that distinguish between people. They’re irrelevant to me, and their use only divides us from each other. I know from my own life that the issue of prejudice is much broader than the frame into which people usually try to squeeze it. What separates us is not color but behavior. I once came across some words by Victor Frankl, a man who’d survived terrible atrocities in a Nazi concentration camp at the hands of men who, after all, were the same color as he: “There are only two races of people in the world, the decent and the indecent.” So when reading this book, if you find yourself guessing or wondering about one person or another’s color, please ask yourself why you need to know.