5. One Night — In Miami

"It's just a fight, Malcolm," Sam said, though he didn't believe it. "Let the boy enjoy his crown."

The night unfolded in a collision of philosophies. Malcolm challenged Sam about his music—why he wasn't singing for the movement like Dylan was. Sam fired back about economic power, about owning the labels and the masters. Jim spoke of the quiet dignity of the athlete, and Cassius—the youngest of them—listened to the giants wrestle with the shadows. 5. One Night In Miami

"It’s never just a fight," Jim Brown barked from the armchair. The NFL’s greatest fullback looked like he could walk through the wall if he felt like it. He was at the peak of his powers, yet he knew that on the field he was a hero, and off it, he was still just a man who couldn't get a drink in certain parts of this very city. "Malcolm’s right. Tomorrow, the world wakes up and asks what the Heavyweight Champion believes in." "It's just a fight, Malcolm," Sam said, though

Cassius stood up, his frame silhouetted against the Miami moon. He looked at Malcolm and nodded. He knew that the next time he stepped into the light, he wouldn't be Cassius Clay anymore. He would be Muhammad Ali. Sam fired back about economic power, about owning

"I think I have it," Sam whispered. "A change is gonna come."