Even at 32, a little past his prime, Joe Louis was still too good for his own good. There wasn't an able-bodied challenger in sight. And Big Joe's top-heavy expenses went on & on.
In Detroit alone, for a time he had supported 27 relatives. The phlegmatic, and always proper, big fellow the photographers and white folks saw was not the Joe Louis that Harlem knew. Away from his own people, he was always conscientious about being a credit to his race. Harlem knew him as a man sometimes angry and sometimes moodybut also...
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