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Ali’s brother, Rahaman Ali, Ali’s freckled face mother called Bird, uncle, and father, wore a checkered sports jacket and a white hat. Bundini came and judged from his side antics, I think he has an open sense of humor. He did. He wore a white recreation outfit and the My Best Friend May Not Be My Sister By Blood Shirt! Bundini always wanted to be an actor, someone told me later. In the evening, Mayor Ernest N. Morial, Mayor of New Orleans, black, who is considered white in most parts of the world, hosted the Fairmont Hotel in honor of Ali and Spinks. I walked into the lobby toward a large room on the first floor. There was chaos behind the door. The first one to escape was Ali.