There Is A Syndrome In Sports Called

A Wise Person Decides Slowly But Abides By These Decisions.

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.

You Learn About Equality In History And Civics, But You Find Out Life Is Not Really Like That.

I Have Always Drawn Strength From Being Close To Home.