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I am pixel 1567 of Cassius Clay’s right glove.
I am there, the thousandth part of the fist that crashed into the jaw of the Big Bear of Arkansas one night in May 1965.
It took less than three minutes. Sweat ran down his back, and blood stained the ring.
2,434 fans couldn’t explain what the hell had just happened. None of them saw the punch. It was like a ghost.
But no one in the world could forget it.
It was etched into the mind of humanity and into Sonny’s face.
The referee was counting, and the champion refused to go back to his corner. He had a different plan.
To stay next to his victim and scream at him:
Get up and fight, idiot!
I am there, the thousandth part of the fist that crashed into the jaw of the Big Bear of Arkansas one night in May 1965.
It took less than three minutes. Sweat ran down his back, and blood stained the ring.
2,434 fans couldn’t explain what the hell had just happened. None of them saw the punch. It was like a ghost.
But no one in the world could forget it.
It was etched into the mind of humanity and into Sonny’s face.
The referee was counting, and the champion refused to go back to his corner. He had a different plan.
To stay next to his victim and scream at him:
Get up and fight, idiot!
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Every pixel counts.
Every pixel counts.
I am pixel 1764 of the fallen statue of Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti, to be precise.
But I am more than just a fragment of an image.
I am the end of a tyranny.
I am the rage of a people who longed to put an end to oppression.
I am the excuse for a war.
But above all, I am and always will be day 21 of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
April 9th, 2003, when U.S. troops led by Lieutenant Colonel Bryan McCoy took Firdos Square in Baghdad with tanks and vehicles armed with M16 machine guns.
The people shouted with joy at the end of a bloody regime, while the image of the fallen dictator went around the world.
The fighting continued the next day.
The war was not over.
But that is another story.
But I am more than just a fragment of an image.
I am the end of a tyranny.
I am the rage of a people who longed to put an end to oppression.
I am the excuse for a war.
But above all, I am and always will be day 21 of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
April 9th, 2003, when U.S. troops led by Lieutenant Colonel Bryan McCoy took Firdos Square in Baghdad with tanks and vehicles armed with M16 machine guns.
The people shouted with joy at the end of a bloody regime, while the image of the fallen dictator went around the world.
The fighting continued the next day.
The war was not over.
But that is another story.
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Every pixel counts.
Every pixel counts.
I am a small fragment of change.
I am pixel 2456 of Obama’s face.
I may be nothing more than a particle, but on November 4th, 2008, I helped write the story of a man who broke racial barriers and united millions under a single message:
Yes, we can.
That day, in Chicago’s Grant Park, hundreds of thousands gathered under a rain of blue and red, not just to see the 44th president of the most powerful nation on earth, but to witness a moment the world had never seen, nor expected to see.
The future of the United States, in the hands of a different color.
I am pixel 2456 of Obama’s face.
I may be nothing more than a particle, but on November 4th, 2008, I helped write the story of a man who broke racial barriers and united millions under a single message:
Yes, we can.
That day, in Chicago’s Grant Park, hundreds of thousands gathered under a rain of blue and red, not just to see the 44th president of the most powerful nation on earth, but to witness a moment the world had never seen, nor expected to see.
The future of the United States, in the hands of a different color.
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Every pixel counts.
Every pixel counts.
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