Manute Bol

Manute Bol died today. I suppose all of the NBA in general is in some ways one big freak show, where we pay lots of money to watch men who would be frighteningly gigantic in any other setting run and jump up and down a court and throw a little ball into a little hoop. But Manute Bol was a freak among freaks. He was so damn skinny that if he were born in another era, I'm afraid to say he probably could have been in one of those real, travelling circus freak shows. And when I was seven or eight years old, first getting into basketball, that was how I remember him. A freak.

He actually wasn't bad. He led the League in blocks a couple times, and made more of a career than either Gheorghe Muresan (although Muresan did also have his fledgling acting career) or Shawn Bradley. In the 7'6" club, only Yao really has anything on him. But even Yao has never put in six threes the way Manute Bol did once. I couldn't find footage of that game, though I'm sure it happened, but there is a highlight reel of him hitting threes in general. There is also this great clip of him getting punked by a young Sir Charles.

(Funny how these days we can instantly create our very own memorial video tribute, instead of waiting all year for the Oscar reel.)

Still, on his basketball career alone, Manute Bol's death doesn't get mentioned on the frontpage of either the New York Times or ESPN. No, that happened today because of an adjective the obits keep using in addition to "former NBA player": humanitarian. As all the articles say, after retiring from the NBA, Manute Bol often went back to his native Sudan for what all the articles call peace and reconciliation work.

I don't know how I feel about this. There has always been something shady to me about this side of Manute Bol. For one, I doubt he ever had much money. A healthy NBA salary, sure, but an NBA salary from the 80s and early 90s, maybe a half a million a year at the very most. And for some reason, whatever work he did in Sudan never got the same kind of press or NBA support that Dikembe Mutumbo's work did. I'm sure part of this is Mutumbo being able to play the game better, and not merely the game of basketball, and maybe whatever Manute Bol was doing in Sudan simply wasn't the white man's idea of charity and good deeds.

But I can't help this gut feeling I have that Manute Bol was always being used. I saw him once, in person. He came to speak at Yale, about the work he was doing in Sudan, but it was a strange talk. Not at all well-publicized, and only a few dozen students showed up. I don't think it's going too far to say we were probably all there just to say we saw Manute Bol, and not because of anything to do with Sudan. What was even weirder was that he barely said anything. There was a normal-sized white guy with him who did all the talking, and it was about this program where they were trying to raise money to buy and then free slaves.

This kind of thing is unavoidably controversial. Obviously, there are good intentions, but equally obviously, it seems like a very bad idea to perpetuate the market for slaves by buying them, even if you're doing it to free them. I think I remember Manute Bol saying a few words about how he had recently bought back one of his sisters, and it was just such a bizarre thing to hear. I know there are other kinds of vigilante NGOs out there like this, and maybe it's courageous, maybe they simply have the balls to do what most of us don't, but it's still bizarre.

It was only more bizarre because this was right around the time Manute Bol had signed up with a minor league hockey team in Connecticut. There was no shame in the team's management openly saying they merely wanted to sell tickets, but they also used the line that part of the proceeds were going to whatever organization Manute Bol was supporting at the time, which was presumably this slave buyback operation. There was really no pretending here: it was a freak show, plain and simple. Pay the price of admission and see a 7'6" African man put on padding and a hockey mask and attempt to ice skate. I remember he also got into a pretty serious car accident right around this time.

His death today is no less weird. The guy was 47. Died of some rare kidney disease and skin condition, all of which were announced not by family members but by the executive director of a new group Manute Bol has been associated with, Sudan Sunrise, which the news reports say is trying to promote reconciliation in Southern Sudan, but these vague descriptions sound suspiciously like whatever description this executive director gave when asked on the phone by a reporter what it was the group did exactly. I know nothing about it or the situation in Sudan, but it just seems fishy, and it feels like the group almost certainly has a political or religious agenda.

To be sure, most groups do have some kind of a political or religious agenda. I just can't shake this shady feeling I get about everything to do with Manute Bol. On the one hand I have this very simple, fun, childhood image of his bony limbs swimming in a Sixers uniform, waving his Dhalsim-like arms to protect the basket and occasionally hoist a three, and on the other I see a sad freak show subject who seems like he's been manipulated his entire life, even up until his death. Again, I'm completely uninformed about the details of his life or his work, but I get the impression so are all the obituary writers.

Which is exactly what makes all this so weird and unsettling. I don't know. I just don't know.