By Zaheer E. Clarke
(Published Monday, July 6, 2015)
A fortnight ago, US President, Barack Obama delivered an enthralling eulogy in Charleston, South Carolina, for Pastor Clementa Pinckney of the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. In closing, he bellowed an old, yet popular folk song, “Amazing Grace.” This famous ‘African-American’ spiritual was ironically written by a white man, John Newton, who was once a vile slave trader but later reformed to be a man of God.
A few days after the President’s rapturous rendition, which had over 5000 standing and singing in chorus, I sat in the depths of depression over West Indies cricket. Miraculously, my haemorrhaging heart perked a beat when I surveyed the still unfolding career of tennis legend, Roger Federer. Maybe due to years of West Indian asphyxiation, my tiny vocabulary gasped to find the right descriptive words to fully encapsulate Roger’s career. Just then, as hope vanished, the title of the old Negro spiritual, sang often in that old Methodist church, came to me forcefully, “Amazing Grace.” Without a doubt, those simple words are the fitting description for Roger Federer. Continue reading