It seems I got my wish (see Justifiable Homicide). As press ramps up for the documentary “Ring of Fire,” Griffith is becoming more comfortable with who he is and what he did that night in 1961 to Benny Paret.
Bob Herbert’s column this morning recounts Griffith saying,
“I got tired,” he said, “of people calling me faggot.” He said again, as he has many times, that he was sorry Paret had died. But he added: “He called me a name. … So I did what I had to do.”
I think he’s made his peace with that night, and I think he’s made peace with who he is:
I asked Mr. Griffith if he was gay, and he told me no. But he looked as if he wanted to say more. He told me he had struggled his entire life with his sexuality, and agonized over what he could say about it. He said he knew it was impossible in the early 1960’s for an athlete in an ultramacho sport like boxing to say, “Oh, yeah, I’m gay.”
But after all these years, he wanted to tell the truth. He’d had relations, he said, with men and women. He no longer wanted to hide. He hoped to ride this year in New York’s Gay Pride Parade.
Good for him.