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Not only was Muhammad Ali a Heavyweight Boxing Champion, he was also a Minister in the Nation Of Islam under the leadership of The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

Sara wakes up and realizes that she is imprisoned by the Legion of Doom and then sees that Leonard is with them.

Sara was told in the League that the first thing she had to do when being held hostage, was to examine her environment; try to find a way to ensure her survival and plan her escape.

But as she began to gain consciousness, she realized that there was really nothing she could do. The last thing she remembered before the void was a read streak hitting her hard and now she was confined in a dark basement with her hands and feet tied with chains to the floor that wouldn’t unfasten as hard as she tried.

Her mouth was sealed by a cloth, with some kind of an essence that made her nauseous every time she took in a breath, which was secured by another fabric. 

There was only one person that could have made sure that she was that well confined that she couldn’t escape no matter how hard she tried. Damien Darhk. 

So that left only one possibility as to what was happening. The Legion of Doom had her. 

Was that the only reason why Leonard had come to her house? Why he had kissed her back? God, he was so convincing. Was his only purpose to make her lower her guard enough for the Reverse flash to grab her?

By the time that a door at the other end of the large basement opened, Sara’s wrists were bleeding as she tried to free herself from the metal cuffs. Then the light was switched on and Sara came face to face with her team’s worst fear in the past two months. 

In front of her, in a basement full on weaponry and other equipment that was hidden by large curtains, stood the Legion of Doom. Damien Darhk stood next to Eobard Thawne and Malcolm Merlyn; and only a few centimeters away from them-leaning against a pillar, was Leonard.

He didn’t look at her; and at least she didn’t have to put up with the look of amusement that the other three men were looking at her with. She pulled the chains again with all the strength she had, trying to launch herself to Leonard. But as she finally made the chains tremble, Darhk pulled them back and suddenly she heard her wrist snap. 

Sara cried out in pain as Darhk pulled the chains harder back and she screamed more. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks as she tried to push the cloth away from her mouth in vain. 

Leonard turned his head; her screams now becoming unbearable for him to hear. Once she met his eyes, more tears flooded. Only then she noticed that there was a long cut above his eyebrow that was stained with fresh blood and a large bruise on his cheekbone that was beginning to swell. 

Something was wrong. But she couldn’t understand what. 

“Sara Lance.” Malcolm Merlyn said as he started walking to wear she was kneeling. “For a woman that came back from the dead, you are really easy to get. I have to admit that at first I didn’t believe your idea Darhk, but you were right. Love really makes people vulnerable.” 

Sara sneered at them and launched forward; the cuffs tightening on her wrists with a single move of Darhk’s hand. 

“Mr Snart, will you do us the honor and ungag our guest?” asked Darhk and Leonard hesitated, before walking to her and dropping the cloth to the floor and letting her breath heavily normal air. He took a couple of steps back, his hands slightly trembling as he shoved them back in the pockets of his jacket. 

“Now Mrs Lance we will see how well Ra’s Al Ghul taught you to survive.” Merlyn said as he started walking towards the exit; followed by the other men. 

He was going to let her rot in that basement. Let her slowly die without water or food chained in a basement floor. 

Before the door closed, Leonard turned for just a second and looked at her; and his eyes met hers. And Sara would have sworn that they were smiling at her. Was he saying that she was coming back for her or was he just giving her empty hopes? 

So, Sara was alone again. Locked in a cold basement and she heard absolutely nothing. 

For a moment she thought that she was under the ground again. Unable to breathe correctly or move. She was feeling like she was being buried again. 

Sara didn’t know how much time had passed in that dark and cold basement. Maybe it was hours or maybe it was days, all she knew was that her whole body was numb and her throat was burning. Every moment that passed-or was it hour, she felt more and more tired with her eyes slowly closing as she tried to stay awake. And the fact that she had been sleeping only a couple of hours every night due to her nightmares wasn’t really helping.

Then the door had opened and the light was switched on; and for a moment Sara thought that she was hallucinating. She thought that she was imagining Leonard walking inside and closing the door behind him; but she didn’t. 

“Sara…” Leonard whispered as he kneeled next to her and Sara jerked back, despite wincing from the pain.

“Are you here to try to seduce me again?” She managed to say, despite her throat burning and her voice coming out as a strained noise. “Cause this time I won’t fall for it.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said and his hands started moving, first in the cuffs on her ankles. “Just trust me. I can explain everything.” 

She sucked a breath as Leonard hands touched her now bruised and bleeding wrists and freed her from her binds; letting her fall in his arms. His hand took a bottle of water and gave it to her, downing the water hungrily. Sara let out a breath as she finished the water and panted. 

“We have to go. Can you walk?” Leonard asked and Sara nodded negatively after realizing that she couldn’t even stand up. So instead, Leonard scooped her in his arms and started running out of the basement, hoping that he could get back to his safehouse before they caught them.

He had to make things right with Sara. This was all his fault. And he had to fix it. 

For him and her.

And their future.

We must remember and honor our heroes as well as our fallen brothers and sisters who have lost their lives as a result of injustice, ignorance and racism. Starting today #mlk day, I vow to wear all black everyday for 6 months to mourn them. I invite you to join me. Even if it’s only a day, only an hour, only a minute, join me in remembering and honoring our heroes, our fallen and ourselves.

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Malcolm X : “My advice always to brother Cassius is that he never do anything that will in any way tarnish or take away from his image as the Heavyweight Champion of the world, because I frankly believe that Cassius is in a better position than anyone else to restore a sense of racial pride to not only our people in this country but all over the world. He is trying his best to live a clean life and project a clean image, but despite this you’ll find the press is constantly trying to paint him as something other than what he actually is. He doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t drink; in fact if he was white they’d be referring to him as the All-American Boy, like they used to refer to Jack Armstrong.”

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Muhammad Ali: “Turning my back on Malcolm was one of the mistakes that I regret most in my life. I wish I’d been able to tell Malcolm I was sorry, that he was right about so many things. But he was killed before I got the chance. He was a visionary ahead of us all. 

Malcolm was the first to discover the truth, that color doesn’t make you a devil. It is the heart, soul, and mind that define a person.

Malcolm was a great thinker and an even greater friend. I might never have become a Muslim if it hadn’t been for Malcolm. If I could go back and do it over again, I would never have turned my back on him.”

Muhammad Ali holding Malcolm X’s daughter Qubilah, surrounded by young fans at his training camp in Miami, January 1964.

The kids are holding up 8 fingers because Muhammad predicated he’d win the World Heavyweight Championship fight against Sonny Liston in 8 rounds as the underdog. The defending champ Liston predicted he’d win in 2. Ali ended up winning in 7 rounds on February 25, 1964.

Legendary boxing champion Muhammad Ali fooling around with his friend, radical preacher and revolutionary Malcolm X, New York 1963.

“My conscience don’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud, for big powerful America. 

And shoot them for what? 

They ain’t never called me ‘nigger’. 

They ain’t never lynched me. 

They ain’t never put no dogs on me. 

They ain’t never robbed me of my nationality, raped and killed my mother and father… 

How can I shoot them poor people? 

Just take me to jail!”

- Muhammad Ali, 1942 - 2016