Books: “The Longest Fight”

July 16, 2012


Prize fighting was part of my growing up.

My parents associated with some people who were connected to the boxing game: a promoter, a ring announcer, a cut man. At times, Mom and Dad would attend fights; I remember Mom coming home after one of those occasions with flecks of blood on her pink suit. Apparently they were at ringside.

In those days, the 1950s, we could watch fights on broadcast television, and we saw Carmine Basilio, Ezzard Charles, Jersey Joe Walcott, Sugar Ray Robinson, and Archie Moore.

Then, as now, I was a little schizophrenic when it came to boxing. I liked watching fighters like the ones I named, but I didn’t approve of boxing and thought it should be banned. I thought, and think now, that an enterprise in which the object is to knock your opponent senseless has no place in a civilized society.


Boxing was, in fact, illegal in most of the United States in the period discussed in William Gildea’s book, The Longest Fight. Where it was legal, one of the most prominent practitioners of “the sweet science” was Joe Gans, Gildea’s subject, the lightweight champion of the world and the first African-American to hold a world boxing title.

Gans held the lightweight title from 1902 to 1908 and he won the welterweight title as well in 1906. A native of Baltimore, he was strikingly handsome, well spoken, witty, courteous, and charming. Those qualities plus his nearly matchless skill in the ring attracted a large following, including white folks in numbers that were unusual for a black athlete in the days when Jim Crow was in such full vigor that racial epithets and garish cartoon figures of black Americans were commonplace in daily newspapers.

A postcard promoting the first Gans-Nelson fight.

Gildea recounts that Gans put up with plenty of abuse during his career, but he had learned the wisdom of restraint, and he practiced it in and out of the ring. When a white opponent spat in Gans’s face while the referee was going through the ritual of instructions, Gans bided his time until the fight began. His demeanor in everyday life was disarming, and he won over many people who otherwise would have included him in their overall prejudices about black people.

Gildea reports that people such as promoters and managers took advantage of Gans, because they knew a black athlete had no recourse and often was risking his life just by climbing into the ring with a white boxer.


In what was arguably the biggest fight of Gans’s career — the “long fight” referred to in the title of this book — the manager of Oscar “Battling” Nelson insisted that Gans submit to three weigh-ins on the day of the contest, and under unheard of conditions. Gans just stood for it. No one, he knew, wins at the weigh-in.

That fight took place in September 1906 under a broiling sun in the Nevada desert town of Goldfield. Gans defended his lightweight title against Nelson, whom Jack London called “the abysmal brute” for both his free-swinging style and his penchant for dirty tactics like groin punches and head-butting. Nelson was also an unapologetic racist who made no bones about his revulsion for Gans and black people in general. It was a fight to the finish, and the finish didn’t come until the referee disqualified Nelson for a low blow in the 42nd round, after two hours and 48 minutes of combat.

By that time, Gans had beat the tar out of Nelson whose face, Gildea writes, was almost unrecognizable, but if Nelson had one positive attribute it was that he could take punishment, so he was still standing when the referee made Gans the winner.

Gans during one of the three weigh-ins before the fight in Goldfield.

Gildea describes the “fight to a finish” in episodes running through the book, interrupting the account from time to time to relate other aspects of Gans’s career and private life, including the two dives he acknowledged, his warm relationship with his mother, his romantic ties, his establishment of a Baltimore hotel and saloon that was a drawing card for a stylish crowd, both black and white, and his early death.

Gildea, whose carefully crafted narrative makes this book especially enticing, clearly explains the quality that made Gans a perennial winner.  He blocked his opponents’ punches, moved as little as possible, threw a punch only when he saw an opening. And when he did punch, the blow was short and direct — in fact, Gildea writes, Gans introduced the technique of reaching out to touch his opponent and freezing the distance in his mind.

Gans is largely forgotten today, but as Gildea demonstrates, he was an important figure in the history of boxing and, more significantly, in the history of black citizens in the United States. Like the black men and women who were the first to venture into other fields, Gans took a barrage of slings and arrows for the team, and he did it with style.


7 Responses to “Books: “The Longest Fight””

  1. shoreacres Says:

    I used to watch wrestling with my grandmother. I wonder now exactly what appealed to her about Gorgeous George and his chums, but of course as a child I never thought of such things.

    Like wrestling, boxing always has seemed mysterious to me. I can’t understand why anyone would engage in it. On the other hand, compared to what’s going on in the political ring and the ‘hoods these days, it’s downright civilized. Maybe we could introduce some matches to work things out. Harry Reid vs. John Boehner – there’s a match I’d watch.

  2. charlespaolino Says:

    That’s funny. I used to watch wrestling with my grandmother, too, and she loved it. The broadcasts were on Friday nights on WATV, Channel 13, and they came live from an arena called Laurel Garden in Newark. The Swedish Angel, Antonino Rocca, Man Mountain Dean.

    Your comment about Reid and Boehner reminds me of a scene in an episode of “Taxi” in which cabbie Tony Banta (Tony Danza) dreams about picking up Eric Sevareid. Trying to impress Sevareid, Tony says world issues should be settled by putting the leaders in the ring. He says the match he’d like to see would be Carter-Castro.

  3. chadsorg Says:

    I live in that tiny town of Goldfield Nevada. I have a radio show and am interviewing Mr. Gildea this week! to stream my show. It’s 8pm, Friday nights, Pacific time.

    • charlespaolino Says:

      By his description that fight would have been a memorable event in any town. I imagine it hasn’t been forgotten in Goldfield. I’m going to try to listen to your show. Thanks.

      • chadsorg Says:

        Oh awesome. I’m about to call Mr. Gildea, right now, in fact. Yes, please listen. Or check back with my blog. I hope to archive the shows.

      • chadsorg Says:

        Oh awesome. I’m about to call Mr. Gildea, right now, in fact. Yes, please listen. Or check back with my blog. I hope to archive the shows.

        Your caption has a typo, by the way.. his name with an L. Thnx for the post about the subject. I can’t wait to read it myself!

        Oh, and on the subject of the brutality of boxing.. something I read, a book called Ecotopia has an interesting addition to it.. being a future fictional story, the author included a brutal coming-of-age all men went thru.. possibly women, sometimes, as well.

        He accounted for this “need” for violence in the human spirit, and even sometimes, people died. Great book and I was happy to see that subject broached there. I feel the way you do, kinda, but it makes me wonder..

      • chadsorg Says:

        Friday night, 8pm, Pacific.
        stream it.

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