C’est l’histoire du boxeur portoricain William « Bill » Campudoni dont la vie a changé en cette journée de l’année 1982.
Ce mini-film documentaire a été créé par Lucas Baiano, un réalisateur politique canado-américain qui a déjà travaillé pour Hillary Clinton, John McCain et Rick Perry.
Il me paraît intéressant de publier cette vidéo qui ne risque pas de faire son apparition sur les sites des grands médias. Je ne suis pas d’accord avec les points de vue extrêmes de Donald Trump et certains de ses agissements mais je ne suis pas non plus d’accord avec ce qu’incarne Hillary Clinton. Et je suis carrément choqué de la partisanerie ouverte et décomplexée des grands médias pour la candidate démocrate au cours de cette campagne des élections US 2016 mais à la fois quand on regarde cette cartographie sur le biais politique médiatique, ce n’est pas surprenant, la balance étant fortement déséquilibrée sur la gauche ;-)
Ce petit billet ne changera pas grand chose car 99% de tous ceux qui lisent ces lignes ne votent même pas à l’élection américaine. Mais on peut ne pas aimer ni Trump, ni Clinton, mais il faut avouer que ce film est un petit chef-d’oeuvre, dans le style Rocky Balboa, et qui nous montre un autre visage, méconnu et plus généreux du candidat républicain :
La retranscription pour ceux qui auraient raté certains morceaux :
« I was a young pro Puerto Rican boxer—one of the originals the legendary Cus D’Amato took in. I worked and trained with the best, Tyson, Holyfield, and George Foreman. Before I could rise in boxing, someone gave me a chance like nobody else would.
I grew up in Spanish Harlem very poor. My dresser was my crib. I was a victim of abuse in my own hometown in the streets. At the age of 22, I was on the brink of being homeless. I remember one night on Christmas Eve, I walked into the St. Patrick’s Cathedral and I said, ‘God, please give me a purpose.’
As I exited, I walked down 5th Avenue and there was this gorgeous building. I walked inside and I said, ‘I’m looking for work.’ The next day, Trump hired me off the street. He gave me five navy blue suits. He shook my hand and he said, ‘Welcome to the family.’
I remember the night I was assigned to drive Mr. Trump to a meeting. I dropped him off, and as he’s getting out of the car, he said to me, “Can I bring you a steak? Because I’m going to be in there for quite a while.” Who am I for him to stop his meeting and bring me something to eat?
I hear these accusations, but let me tell you first hand. He employed people from all origins. We were all treated like family, and I remember that, and I admired him for that. He put us all first. He once gave me a personal letter (*) expressing just how proud he was of me.
Later in life, pursuing my pro boxing career, I got knocked out in real life. I lost my way… I also lost my wife to cancer leaving me a single parent, two children. Striving to be a role model, I suffered three heart attacks, one stroke, and I was once pronounced dead on the ring.
Trump wouldn’t notice but along with a few mementos in life, this letter was the one that gave me the most inspiration. These words, they have been a constant reminder of how much I have been appreciated. I never had a father, but I was so fortunate to come across these two gentleman.
Cus D’Amato taught me how to be a fighter, but Donald Trump taught me how to act like a champion. Mr. Trump just didn’t give me a job that Christmas day. What I realize today is that he gave me a tool to help rediscover my purpose, which would be an inspiration to my children.
Son, listen. When you get knocked down, you get back up because you matter. Have faith that throughout life you’ll be blessed by a reminder or 2 of recalling just how appreciated you are, perhaps even by the next president of the United States himself.
I feel like I back then represented where the country is now, in need of a helping hand, and a leader who will give us a purpose and legacy again. The country’s on the ropes, folks, and this time I know what I’m fighting for. »