A Life Dedicated to the Welfare of Others

Arthur Ashe is more than the name on the stadium with all the luxury boxes. He is more than the inspiration for the Eric Fischl statue at the south gate to the United States Open.
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Arthur Ashe during a 1975 match against Jimmy Connors.
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In 1999, Blake Strode won a contest for the best essay about Arthur Ashe’s life.
Lately, Ashe’s widow has come to think of him as a Bodhisattva — “a beautiful Buddhist term for a person who is dedicated to the ultimate welfare of other beings,” as Jeanne Moutoussamy-Ashe put it the other day.
She considers the possibility that Arthur achieved Buddhahood, either during his 49 years or after his life was cut short in 1993 by AIDS from a blood transfusion.
Arthur Ashe remains the only man of color to win the United States Open (in 1968), the Australian Open (in 1970) or Wimbledon (in 1975). He is also the inspiration for the annual Arthur Ashe Kids’ Day, which will be held at the expensive bazaar on Saturday. And he is one of the founders of the National Junior Tennis and Learning network, which prepares young people for sport and for life.
He remains a presence. Every time I hear his name, I think of the slim young player, peering owlishly at the clubby world of the West Side Tennis Club at Forest Hills, which he had worked so hard to reach, and I also think of the wan retired athlete, stricken by the heart trouble that would indirectly kill him.
In the late 1980s, Ashe would wear a naval-officer-style cap with a gold braid on it — never asked him why — and he would sit in the press box and schmooze with the regulars. I miss him. Miss the stuff he would teach us, in a kind way. Books. Concepts. History.
“I began to see Arthur’s life journey as caring about all sentient beings,” Moutoussamy-Ashe said recently. “So much of Buddhism reminds me of Arthur’s goals in life, but while he certainly knew about Buddhism he was not a student.”
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Moutoussamy-Ashe does not live in the past. She keeps her name (“Just like me: I could have a name with four letters but I choose to have one with 15,” she said) and continues to work as a photographer, her path when they met. He dropped the world’s worst line — “Photographers sure are getting cuter” — but he did not let her get away.
As an artist still taking stylish photographs in black and white, she has published three books, but does not yet work with a digital camera. (“I am a Neanderthal,” she said.) She had input into the statue the United States Tennis Association placed at the south end of the National Tennis Center, now named after Billie Jean King.
The statue by Fischl, known for his ability to shock, depicts a man, a nude man, coiled into the serve position, but with only the handle of a racket in his hand. Some people gasp or titter when they see the statue for the first time.
“This is a figure — serving,” Moutoussamy-Ashe said, patiently. “The message is service. There is no racket. It’s so metaphorical.” She paused and added, “I voted for it.”
A ball that Arthur tossed deftly into the air in 1969 remains in play. He and Charlie Pasarell, his college teammate and friend for life, and Sheridan Snyder, another friend, formed the National Junior Tennis League for children like Ashe, who had moved from Virginia to Missouri so he could play tennis beyond the bounds of overt segregation. Recently the word “league” has been replaced by “learning,” which was always part of the program.
In 1999, the network began a contest for the best essay about the life of Ashe. The winner was 12-year-old Blake Strode from St. Louis, who this year graduated from the University of Arkansas with a 3.972 grade-point average. Strode has delayed his entrance to law school at Harvard to try the tennis circuit for a year.