Tonight I watched a documentary on PBS about Joe Louis and I decided I should write an entry about how I've felt resentful toward the movie Cinderella Man since the trailers started running earlier in the year. I've told Brooke a few times that I didn't want to see the movie, but it was hard to explain why. Really, I do want to see the film and I've heard that it's good, but I'm uneasy about a feeling that Jim Braddock gets a movie because stories that celebrate white heroes are marketable. The sport of boxing has always been charged with racial meaning, from the days of Jack Johnson to the present, and since I've become more and more burried in the racial history of the US, movies like Rocky and Cinderella Man strike a nerve. When boxing matches were often billed as racial contests, what does it say that even when many of the greatest boxers have been black, the greatest boxing heroes in our cultural memory are always white?