Champion in the ring, then the long fight for an unjust life sentence. And his story entered films and songs with the force of a… hurricane
CThere are days that scream, in the lives of certain men more than in that of all the others. They screech in such a way as to leave an echo that seems to condition the entire time of their existence that follows. They squeak like the mattress springs in a motel room where a distracted witness looks out the window, then demanding to be able to describe exactly what he saw. Or, if you prefer, they shriek like Bob Dylan’s voice when some of his high notes support a painful blues. He who, for the usual taste of provocation, has always continued to say that he has never written a political song.