Raising my fist at the Olympics cost me friends and my marriage — but I’d do it again
by John Carlos on July 13, 2016
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| Peter Norman, Tommie Smith, and John Carlos on the medals podium at the 1968 Olympics (Universal History Archive/Getty Images) |
The aftermath was hell for me and my family
The first 10 years after those Olympics were hell for me. A lot of people walked away from me. They weren't walking away because they didn't have love for me or they had disdain for me. They were walking away because they were afraid. What they saw happening to me, they didn't want it to happen to them and theirs.
My wife and kids were tormented. I was strong enough to deal with whatever people threw at me, because this is the life I'd signed up for. But not my family. My marriage crumbled. I got divorced. It was like the Terminator coming and shooting one of his ray guns through my suit of armor.
Still, I wouldn't change what I did.
That picture of me and Tommie on the podium is the modern-day Mona Lisa — a universal image that everyone wants to see and everyone wants to be related to in one way or another. And do you know why? Because we were standing for something. We were standing for humanity.
http://www.vox.com/2016/7/13/12118332/john-carlos-olympics
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